Some of my richest moments have been spent driving.
With a friend.
Or a few friends.
Or alone.
When my best friend turned 16 we would drive the back-roads around our home town for hours. Actually, we started way before either of us were 16...
We'd just drive. It was therapy. It was adventure.
We'd solve our problems.
We'd solve the world's problems.
We'd find someplace new.
We'd laugh ourselves stupid.
Everything was okay as long as we were moving.
We still just drive.
For therapy. For adventure. To keep moving.
The road makes space for discovery
both within us,
and in world
that exists on the other side of the car window.