On the train to Shimla, IndiaTO THE SPIRIT OF WANDERINGRAMBLINGROAMINGDRIFTINGFLOATINGROVINGTRAVELINGVOYAGINGTOURINGSEARCHINGTHE RESTLESSTHE GYPSYTHE ROOTLESSTHE DISPLACEDTHE UNSETTLEDTHE TRANSIENTTHE ERRANTTHE HOMELESSWANDERING
Our curious spirit has a great capacity for Being. Experience is the journey. We wander, searching deeply through the world, trusting a wanderlust that guides us from place-to-place, person-to-person. What’s next? Where does is lead? What’s now?
Growing up or growing down, no matter what direction I was moving, as a teen growing up in the suburbs of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, I often got the criticism (sometimes self-inflicted) that I had no direction in life. I apparently had no career path or maybe my path just didn’t have a label or was not well worn. As time went on I became comfortable throwing my fate to the wind. I did have faith and trusted my self; my instincts. I paid attention to what presented itself along the way. I followed rabbits down their holes. I chased scents in the air. I smiled at sparks in the eyes of “strangers.” It’s actually how many of us wander through life; and it works! Incredibly well!
This website is dedicated to “The Wanderer”…
whereever you may find yourself at this moment.
“That’s the place to get to—nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.”
“One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.”
“Be a good animal, true to your instincts.”
“I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and I call strangers my friends because I learn things and find ways to fit them into my own world. I hear what people say, rearrange it, take away and tear apart until it finds value in my reality and there I make it work. I find spaces in between the cracks and cuts where it feels empty and there I make it work.”
“I am much inclined to live from my rucksack, and let my trousers fray as they like.”
“We must become so alone, so utterly alone, that we withdraw into our innermost self. It is a way of bitter suffering. But then our solitude is overcome, we are no longer alone, for we find that our innermost self is the spirit, that it is God, the indivisible. And suddenly we find ourselves in the midst of the world, yet undisturbed by its multiplicity, for our innermost soul we know ourselves to be one with all being.”
Always Searching For New Poems
If you come across some interesting poetry or writing on “wandering”, please share it with me. I would like to fill this site with inspiration. It might remind us that we are not so lost after all. It might appear as a cairn should anyone come across it in their online wandering. ~ Zellywag
