Traveling Blind

Reflagging an old post, still relevant, it’s good to be lost….

Planet of the Blind

Like most people with disabilities who find that their lives are not circumscribed by their physical bodies I discover myself itching every now and then to just go somewhere for the sheer hell of it. Its as though one of William Blake’s babyhood angels touches me: invisible fingers stroke my hair and I decide for no apparent reason to hit the road. I went once to the Aland islands midway between Finland and Sweden in just this way. I went with only a small rucksack filled with books and a guitar slung over my shoulder.

The next thing I knew I was sitting beside a Viking grave and singing Jim Morrison songs and a little ditty by Federico Garcia Lorca and I was splendidly alone. For me “getting away” has something to do with this desire to be by myself.

I’ve been giving this some thought because Lance Mannion has…

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Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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