TO WRITE LARGE UPON THE WORLD
My DNA comes from a long line of Tall Ship Captains! My great-grandfather, Henry Hilgrove Hollis, was captain of The Harvest Queen, out of Baileys Bay, Bermuda. My father, Russell Dickinson, set out in his twenties to sail around the world aboard the famous (to yachtsmen) little schooner, The Cimba. See The Saga of Cimba, Amazon.com. I’ve written a movie script about his dangerous voyage home aboard the derelict four-masted schooner, The Seth Parker. The script is named The Insatiable Sea.
Although I’ve never sailed, I have circled this globe twice, slowly, alone. And now, I feel the drumbeat quickening, to set out once again for a third go-round. I still have latitude to do a little planning, but my time in the United States is slowly winding down.
It’s quite uncanny the way this change announces itself. Most likely, it’s the DNA talking, because maps come out; dreams are revisited and considered possible; timeframes become examined in a way that’s slightly more pertinent than just last week: “Would my book release benefit or suffer if I left sometime in September?” The balancing act goes on until the perfect date is chosen. Something inside relaxes!
TO MAKE FOOTPRINTS OUT OF WORDS
Because my Bermudian great-grandparents kept long love letters sailing between Bailey’s Bay, Bermuda and his four-masted, merchant vessel, The Harvest Queen, in ports all over the world; and because I transcribed those seven-hundred, hard-to-read letters and donated them to the Bermuda Archives, I learned the value of sharing words written from the heart. That thirty-year experience taught me to write my thoughts and to hope that someone in the future will value them.
TO STRETCH MY BOUNDARIES TO INFINITY & NEVER FEAR ANYTHING
Solo world travel keeps a person young because you’re only going to do it when you feel young! So far, so good! And, it’s exhilarating to realize how little of the “Stuff of Life” one really needs. But, also to prove to myself and anyone else who might be watching, the truth of:
“SUFFICIENT TO THE DAY, ARE THE MEANS THEREOF!”
No matter how far I send myself, I do not exhaust that constant umbrella of promise. What a delight now, to test that Truth, yet again and again! Tapping the universal force of The Granny, combined with the innocence of “The Class of ’55,” I expect to bop around the world, continually finding new friends and wonderful adventures.
July 25, 2012 – January 25, 2013
Has it already been a half-a-year since I flew to San Francisco from Florida to attend a Travel Writer’s Conference and then to Sydney, Australia? And it was nine-months before that when I flew to Brasilia, Brazil, to spend four months hostelling around a large chunk of South America. And another four months traveling down the Andes between Colombia to Chile. Any way we look at it, I’ve been on the road for a long time now; poking about in the Southern Hemisphere.
Something strange has happened! It all feels so normal now that I’m having trouble quantifying my experiences with the old ““Gee whiz, would you look at this!” attitude so necessary to a travel writer or a blogger. I change countries, cities, residences, bunk beds…. so frequently; and I get so instantly absorbed in my new surroundings that I have no time to contemplate as an outsider anymore. I’m neither Outsider, nor Insider, but am easily both.
I form instant and important friendships with some wonderful people and we run parallel for a few weeks. Then, I float away on a bus or a plane or a boat or a train. I can’t, or don’t, write about the time that I spent with them; because so often I have been privvy to some of their life-changing moments. Maybe I’ve helped a little by being a stand-in Mama or Counsellor but there’s no writing to be done while I’m looking at life through someone else’s eyes.
Then, there’s the fact that New Zealand, where I’ve been since mid-December, is so like the United States, that I take a lot of it for granted. Everyone is so friendly; the towns are so clean and beautiful and the countryside is spectacular. I love it in the North Island and am looking forward to the alpine scenery of New Zealand’s South Island, which I am heading for in my slow and rambling way.
It now occurs to me that, without planning to, I’ll be touching down upon the four southernmost points on the face of the Earth, lands which are closest to the South Pole.
It started when I visited Ushuaia, Argentina, the tiny town at the tip end of the Andean spinal column of South America, which is the nearest of the four, to Antarctica. Now, I will go all the way to Stewart Island, New Zealand; then, Tasmania, Australia; and finally, Capetown, South Africa.
I may try to wrap these purposes together in a “To The Ends of The Earth Book Tour” to promote the three books I have on Amazon.com. It’s a brand new idea for me and I’m trying to think originally while there is still time to set something up.
Because that, in itself, would get me out of my complacency that everything is just as normal as can be and what is there to write about?