Suitcase is a beautiful word

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I’ve had traveling fever for weeks now but yesterday and today it was on the boil. I checked the weather reports, hotel rooms, cleaned my car out, washed my clothes, even got my bag down out of the closet. I was on the verge of disappearing, slipping away, but something stopped me. Money, I suppose, and time and things that need my attention.

It wasn’t just travel fever, it was also a longing for Ruby and Get Lost. It’s been months and months since I’ve paid any attention to my novel. Well, physical attention, pen and paper kind of attention, because it’s almost always in my mind. I know eventually I will have to go on a little writer’s retreat and give it some completely undivided attention.

Meanwhile, here is Ruby, traveling.

Walking Satellite, again

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Walking Satellite. I chose the name some twelve years ago from a song by Rickie Lee Jones called “Satellites”. I’m not sure what the lyrics mean, only what they mean to me. Friends should stick together, if you learn something pass it on, if you see or hear or taste something special share it and so forth.

So you keep talking in many languages
Telling us the way you feel
Don’t stop confiding in the road you’re on
Don’t quit, you’re walking satellites

Each blog is a postcard from me to you from these roads I’m traveling on, roads we are all traveling on. Freeways, blue highways, dirt roads, dead ends, going the wrong way down a one-way street, on a train, on a plane, in the gutter looking at the stars (Oscar Wilde). Feel free to join my conversation by commenting or adding your own story, along the way.