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. The experience of discovery comes through a journey. We wander to search deeper into the Earth. We trust a hunch that secretly guides us from place-to-place, person-to-person; to the necessary place and person.
What is THIS thing? Where does THAT go? Who are YOU?
It all sometimes feels like a sequential unfolding of a mystery.
Growing up? Or growing down? No matter what direction you are moving, new impressions feed the soul. The path less traveled will naturally reveal more.
“You have no direction in life!” “You’re just ‘winging it.” These are condemnations I’ve heard before. Serendipity flips to stagnation in self-doubt. I come back stronger when I remember that I AM truly directed … internally and eternally.
How can random acts of self-surrendering open up a new life map and curriculum? Beyond my “little chaos theory of self suggestions,” there is something significant happening.
Getting around habitual patterns is often the source of wandering. You wander awake into the unknown.
Reason and free will are still intact, but you’ve now expanded your guidance system, with intelligence beyond your collection of preconceived outcomes.
Wandering is not winging it; it requires a special kind of internal work. Faith grows a few more angel feathers; instincts reflect cool animal traits; hope loses its fear. Love has a chance.
Pay attention to that creative impulse that wants something new. Give it to yourself by going off and searching for it, without a clue. Begin to trust the signs. Listen inside and pay attention to everything around you. Follow rabbits down their holes. Chase scents in the air. Smile at sparks in the eyes of “strangers.”
You are on your way. You are the way. Nothing is lost!
This website is dedicated to “The Wanderer”…
where ever you may FIND YOURSELF at this moment.
“We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.”
“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
