Photo credit: Liz Lazarus
People travel in different ways. Travel itself can be a respite, a vacation, a hot day on the beach swimming and staring at the horizon, or a quiet night at home reflecting on one’s past, which sometimes entails — for better or worse — pondering one’s life choices and family history. We live in a country that’s obsessed with family trees, but family trees don’t always tell us the emotional trajectory of a human life. If our past travels with us, then how do our life experiences manifest in our interpersonal relationships? How does trauma move from one generation to the next, and how do individuals heal or come out on the other side of traumatic experience? How much joy can a soul stand before it becomes distracted and goes in search of a new fix, the next bout of joy or sorrow? These questions sent me on a quest that became
The Travelers...