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