Benevolent Street

In movies, it helps to be unprepared for what lies ahead. Let’s say you’re embarking on a cross-country journey. If you’re in a movie, it’d help to have no real idea where you were going to stay, or how you were going to get there. The hopelessness of your situation, your very ineptitude at planning, only heighten the dramatic tension that sets up the emotional satisfaction of your unforeseen, and almost completely implausible, salvation.

Of course, a movie has writers and a director. A movie has producers. A movie is catered. But all this support is hidden behind the camera; leaving those of us who are sensitive to stories to develop a significantly distorted picture of the necessities of travel.

The question for those of us waking from that dream into the reality of an unscripted adventure is how to make contact with some Producing Force that might transform travel from a mere getting from Point A to Point B to a story of authentic transformation.

And so, o ye angels and ministers of Providence, I can only say that we’ve done our part in being completely unprepared. Our accommodations are unknown. Our gigs unbooked. Our friends unmade. We, in short, have done our parts in arriving on the stage eminently¬†unprepared; and so we can only hope, strangely qualified for a most unlikely triumph.