Out the backseat window of the minivan my son could not make out the horizon because of the fog. He threw up for 5 hours well into Arkansas.
Motion sickness. Sick of moving. Stricken by inner unease.
It's a miserable state that obliterates the joy of travel and overtakes the victim.
It becomes a search for visual anchoring.
Years of traveling and learning how to roll with the unpredictable shaped my vision and expectations of parenthood. I was going to steer my family like a migratory caravan.
But it's as if my son has opened a new horizon to me, an exotic one that is closer to home.
A good friend commissioned this painting with a snapshot of his two boys from 20 years ago. It's now above their fireplace.
What's above your fireplace?