March 17, 2018

Thoughts on The Metaphor of a Road Trip

Cancer-Road-Trip The American West

I wish I were on a road trip of unlimited possibility. The road never ends and all of that.

But I’m not.

I’m in my sixth decade and face some health challenges. So far I’ve been able to manage things fairly well, but that may or may not last.

As a result, my road trip has some limitations which makes it all the more poignant. I’m not on a search for novelty; I’m more on a quest of experience.

“Experience of meaning” is a phrase I came across recently. Joseph Campbell in an interview with Bill Moyer said:

People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that the life experiences that we have on the purely physical plane will have resonances within that are those of our own innermost being and reality. And so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive, that’s what it’s all finally about, and that’s what these clues help us to find within ourselves.

Bill Moyers so elegantly responds…

You changed the definition of a myth from the search for meaning to the experience of meaning.

And all good road trips lead to the “experience of meaning”. 

Let me share a flying story, from an earlier (aerial) road trip:

Aerial road trip

Soaring through the skies

Sun streams through the canopy. It is brilliant, warm and enveloping. The sky is blue and below the saphire-turquoise waters of Tahoe lie like a jewel on the earth.

I sit in the cockpit, a thin fiberglasss shell held aloft by 15 meters of flexing wing. At the edge of each wing is a small winglet that projects vertically into the sky.

I bank the plane, the tiny winglet parallel with the earth, searching for lift.

I feel lift under the winglet. It’s a bubble of air and I balance on it. The plane and I are one. Together we rise–we dance– into the sky.

Cancer Road Trip

Lake Tahoe

Warm sun streams through the cockpit. Endless blue sky; Tahoe below.

It was a moment of perfect synchronicity. The energy of the air, the warmth of the sun, the beauty of the earth.

And for that timeless moment, all was one.

Sun, energy, beauty. And I was riding in the midst of it all, connected to it all, now and forever.

This moment has stayed with me and its intensity hasn’t diminished with time. It’s an experience that gave me a sense of knowing that is rooted in the unknowable. It’s a feeling of timeless, complete connection and joy.

“Eternity is that dimension of here and now which thinking in time cuts out.” –Joseph Campbell

Is this perhaps the “experience of meaning” that Joseph Campbell and Bill Moyers are exploring? An amorphous knowing not easily shared? A deep and soulful encounter with eternity?

Our souls need nourishment. They thrive on a bit of mystery and ambiguity that lead to a deep sense of knowing. The fun of travel is that it’s not just metaphorical; the answer lies just around the bend!

Santa Fe

The winding road, this one from the ski hill outside of Santa Fe

The metaphor of the road trip is an old one, embedded in our discourse. Fork in the road; bump in the road; the road to ruin. Twists and turns. What is the magic of the road?

I believe it’s a sense of present moment awareness–so present on a road trip– that opens our non-thinking selves to deep and moving impressions.

Plaza Blanca

Georgia O’Keefe’s painting of Plaza Blanca

I visited Plaza Blanca recently. It’s a dramatic landscape a bit off the beaten trail. Georgia O’Keefe memorialized it in From the White Place, painted in 1940, oil on canvas. An uneven rutted road leads to the rock formation. My car was not made for off road driving, and I carefully picked a path through the desert dirt to the parking area.

I got out.

New Mexico

The rocks of Plaza Blanca

I was immediately engulfed in a profound sea of silence. Silence so deep and endless it was nearly palpable. An eternity of silence amidst the eroding towers of  rock.

As I write this, I can still feel the silence, the slight wind as it passes by without a sound. It was an “experience of meaning”, a connection with eternity.

Cancer often leads to an “experience of meaning” in that it takes us out of our heads and into our souls. In this way it can be a gift.  Gilda Radner once said: “If it wasn’t for the downside, having cancer would be the best thing and everyone would want it.”

If it wasn’t for the downside.

With cancer, the world becomes very real, very quickly for most of us. That which is not essential is eliminated. That which is meaningful remains.

And it’s here that the “experience of meaning” may have a chance to take root. People talk of the impact of the beauty of a flower; the charm of a small bird outside the window; the touch of a loved one. Here in this place beyond our minds is an experiential road trip. That’s the road trip for me. And hopefully for all our souls.

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cancer time

Three types of time

This past week, I wrote a piece about my cancer experience. It’s a chronology of tests and treatments.  A friend of mine, knowing a bit of the background, commented:  “It’s amazing what we survive.”

Cancer or not, I think we all want to do more than survive. But to fully live, we need to be open to the magic of the moment to have the “experience of meaning”. 

With cancer, the recognition that time is limited becomes part of our reality. We quickly learn to focus on the here and now, and what is important. Clock time fades away; we may get stuck in psychological time; but elements of eternal time seem to crop up more often.

And with the recognition that an eventual deadline approaches, one realizes that each moment counts. This is the gift, the meaning of time and the experience of meaning that often eludes us in our frantic daily lives.

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Question: So what is the real meaning of a road trip?

Answer: What is the meaning of life?

Let me leave you with a Zen koan:

quest for knowledge zen road trip

Photo by Patrick Hendry on Unsplash

 

Enlightenment is like the moon on the water.

the moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken.

Although its light is wide and great,

The moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide.

The whole moon and the entire sky

Are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.

–Dogen

Safe travels everyone.

 

More Reading on the Experience of Meaning:

Serendipity: Life Lessons From The Road
Traveling The Timeline of Now
11 Life Lessons Learned From The Road
Namaste
Weathering The Storm
Change
Flying and Sex
Childhood Dreams

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