Lose sight of the shore

“On ne découvre pas de terre nouvelle sans consentir à perdre de vue, d’abord et longtemps, tout rivage” (“One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore”)

- Andre Gide, Les faux-monnayeurs [The Counterfeiters] (1925)

A  favorite saying, which re-surfaced for no apparent reason the other day.

– with love for the journey.

Mixed Media Journal page by Lou Ann Granger, March 2011

Buenos Aires nights.
She is there. Dancing. Laughing.
Yet I’m not. Why not?
– Lou Ann Granger

Perhaps I am a bit jealous. Others are visiting Buenos Aires on a steamy summer night. Why am I not there, too?

I realize I could be if I wanted to be. There is a longing, but no call yet. What magical alchemical process occurs to change something from a dream to an intention? I’m often surprised to find I am suddenly called to visit a place, perhaps somewhere I had not really considered before. I wonder if that will happen here, if there is such a journey in my future.

I pause to wonder about Buenos Aires. Are there treasures waiting for me?

– – with love for the journey.

Photo by Courtney Granger, post-processing by Lou Ann Granger, December 2010

11-12 September 2010, En Route to Shannon, Ireland
Letters of Transit

Know ye all by these presents that the bearer(s) of this document, Lou Ann, being held in the highest esteem throughout the realm, is hereby authorized to undertake this most auspicious and valued journey and quest, and is to be granted safe passage through all lands, and cross all borders, and is to be granted such assistance as may be required.

And that all who assist her/they shall be most kindly regarded by the issuer of this document, and shall also find reward through such encounter. We thank you.

Executed this date, by the crossroads of the kingdom, by She Who Is Sought, She Who May Be Found, and All the Ones Within.

Armed with my Letters of Transit, I begin my journey to Ireland. I set my intention based on a quote from Phil Cousineau in The Art of Pilgrimage: “Uncover what you long for, and you’ll discover who you are.”

– with love for the journey.

Journal page by Lou Ann Granger, September 2010

Journaling on Arrival

A quiet interlude in the hotel bar, with a marvelous soup, and especially a half pint of Guinness, and suddenly my intentions start to become clearer. Trying to open my heart, only then can the journey really begin.

– with love for the journey.

Leaving for Ireland in two days, and in that delicious final departure phase, where my world is narrowing and focusing on just the essentials to bring. Nervousness and excitement, too. Of course, picking the ‘right’ Visual Journal to bring, and art supplies is the most stressful yet the best part of this process.

I’m going on tour with Phil Cousineau, author of a favorite book of mine, The Art of Pilgrimage, about making travel meaningful. One of my favorite quotes from the book: “Uncover what you long for and you’ll discover who you are.”. Lots to uncover; anxious and excited. The Grand Adventure awaits!

- with love for the journey.

Photo by Lou Ann Granger on flight to Santa Barbara July 2010, using iPhone, and with unexpected interference effects from rotating propellers.

I sift through memories and longings and try to discern my intentions for Turkey.

What do I hope to see and do and feel?  Not enough time to fully explore and discover.  I try to send my spirit ahead on this journey so that it will be waiting for me when I arrive.

Leander swimming the Hellespont, Achilles fighting at Troy, Alexander’s armies crossing the Phrygian plain, Artemis holding court at her temple, Crusaders besieging castles, Christians hiding in Cappadoccia, and Rumi teaching in Konya.  Antony and Cleopatra at Selcuk, and Paul preaching to the Ephesians.

This magic land, criss-crossed by the paths of invaders and traders.  Home of long-forgotten peoples and kingdoms, with only fragments of myths and stories surviving.  A turquoise sea and barren landscapes.

I uncover a few words and symbols, but intentions lie hidden behind the mist and fog of longing for now.  Protected beneath layers of yearning.  They will be revealed in due course.  And I will arrive when I arrive.

– with love for the journey.

Visual Journal page by Lou Ann Granger