~ Lauren Martin Signless Guidance Lauren Martin, the sole operator and founder of Words of Women – an online and physical community dedicated to the growth and development of women, describes the curious traites of wandering in her Elite Daily article: Wanderlust Is Real: The 22 Signs You're A Wanderer. Here is a sample of what she wrote: "It was J.R.R. Tolkien who said, “Not all those who wander are lost” and I couldn't agree more. There are distinct qualities of “the wanderer” or “the dreamer” that will forever hold a special place in the world. For it's the wanderers who discover the unique and the new, the foreign and the unnoticed. They are the ones who travel across the world for no reason but to follow the urges in their hearts and to pacify the restlessness in their souls. They are a refreshing depart from the average Joe. They view life in another way, a way that enhances experiences and justifies randomness. They find beauty in the ugly and challenge traditional norms. They protest the typical and the rigid and demand a life that's less stoic and more magic. It's also the wanderer who is the most misunderstood. Scorned for having “their [...]

The Wanderer - a song by Dion DiMucci Oh well there's Flo on my left and there's Mary on my right And Janie is the girl with that I'll be with tonight And when she asks me which one I love the best I tear open my shirt I got Rosie on my chest 'Cause I'm the wanderer yeah the wanderer I roam around around around Oh well I roam from town to town I go through life without a care 'Til I'm as happy as a clown With my two fists of iron and I'm going nowhere I'm the type of guy that likes to roam around I'm never in one place I roam from town to town And when I find myself a-fallin' for some girl, yeah I hop right into that car of mine and ride around the world Yeah I'm the wanderer, yeah the wanderer I roam around around around, let's go Oh yeah I'm the type of guy that likes to roam around I'm never in one place I roam from town to town And when I find myself a-fallin' for some girl I hop right into that car of mine and ride around the [...]

The Blue Bird Analogy ~ Will Zell The Blue Bird Analogy - 1980 Tyler School of Art  

Homer from "The Odyssey" “These nights are endless, and a man can sleep through them,or he can enjoy listening to stories, and you have no needto go to bed before it is time. Too much sleep is onlya bore. And of the others, any one whose heart and spiriturge him can go outside and sleep, and then, when the dawn shows,breakfast first, then go out to tend the swine of our master.But we two, sitting here in the shelter, eating and drinking,shall entertain each other remembering and retellingour sad sorrows. For afterwards a man who has sufferedmuch and wandered much has pleasure out of his sorrows.”  

A Wandering Soul - by Mark Russell My soul wanders into places unknown, Barren, what happened to the seeds sown? Plenty of sunlight and rain, still nothing grows. Leaves start to fall as a cold wind blows. I wander within, reality and dreams, Reality bites, or so it seems. Realizations of things yet to come, Dreams are the source, where they are from. The world is in color, I remain black and white. First comes the sun and then there is night. Circles of life my soul wanders through, Colors paint pictures of all that I view. It’s been raining for days, it won’t relent. I see time pass and then wonder where it went. I see a reflection in a puddle on the ground, Perhaps my mind is too tightly wound. I try to fix a hole where the rain gets in, But the rain has soaked in below my skin. I reflect upon times spent in the sun, But I’ve hopped within, the web I spun. Still my soul wanders, looking for a place. It all disappears, without leaving a trace. My mind grows numb from all these thoughts, While my soul searches, it is tied up in knots. [...]

The Destination is Here! - Meister Eckhart There is something that transcends the created being of the soul, not in contact with created things, which are nothing. . . . It is akin to the nature of deity, it is one in itself, and has naught in common with anything. It is a stumbling-block to many a learned cleric. It is a strange and desert place, and is rather nameless than possessed of a name, and is more unknown than it is known. If you could naught yourself for an instant, indeed I say less than an instant, you would possess all that this is in itself. But as long as you mind yourself or any thing at all, you know no more of God than my mouth knows of color or my eye of taste: so little do you know or discern what God is. (1) Therefore I say, if a man turns away from self and from all created things, then — to the extent that you do this — you will attain to oneness and blessedness in your soul’s spark, which time and place never touched. . . . [I]t wants to get into its simple ground, into the silent [...]

  Am I a Wanderer?  – by Carla Rueckert “We need to talk to each other, wanderers of Earth. We must tell each other our stories, Brothers and Sisters of Sorrow, as we focus on sharing our hearts’ deep love with the consciousness upon this dear planet. This is my story, my time of calling all wanderers to service most worthy. We are here to assist in the harvest at this, the dawn of the millennium.” “In the six years since that day, I’ve created this handbook, hopefully to fulfill this heart’s desire of mine to share my story and encourage all wanderers to do the same.” Download full text here. Visit Carla’s website here. Purchase A Wanderer’s Handbook here. […]

I Ching Hexagram 56 - Lu / The Wanderer Translated by Richard Wilhelm Above Li the Clinging, Fire Below Ken Keeping Still, Mountain Introduction The mountain, Ken, stands still; above it fire, Li, flames up and does not tarry. Therefore the two trigrams do not stay together. Strange lands and separation are the wanderer's lot. Judgement The Wanderer. Success through smallness. Perseverance brings good fortune to the Wanderer. Judgement Commentary When a man is a wanderer and stranger, he should not be gruff nor overbearing. He has no large circle of acquaintances, therefore he should not give himself airs. He must be cautious and reserved; in this way he protects himself from evil. If he is obliging toward others, he wins success. A wanderer has no fixed abode; his home is the road. Therefore he must take care to remain upright and steadfast, so that he sojourns only in the proper places, associating only with good people. Then he has good fortune and can go his way unmolested. The Image Fire on the mountain: The image of The Wanderer. Thus the superior man is clear-minded, cautious in imposing penalties and protracts no lawsuits. Image Commentary When grass on a mountain takes fire, there [...]

Trash Night ~ Will Zell from "Suburban Odyssey" 1981 One humid night on unkept lawns prone to spells from playing Heaven Our day together now exhausts and seeps into nocturnal wells. Lying still our bodies lucid speaking bones upon the Earth Draining back the mind the muscle revealing all we’ve known since birth. Spotting rabbits out to feed cocked to spring at a moment's rustle. Here I’m drawn to be in need by her side beneath this sky. And like these animals I get stunned by movement…shapes… immense and hovering. For planets hang tense and smothering I sense the horrors. Uranus swaying backward amidst the company of father’s Mars brooding over the same old quandary. numb to here their children’s silent hollers creeping about looting the alters. I have no speak in matters that complicate this death of bond in tatters for now I care to be with you defenseless… safe. Every time you turn your timid tease over to my will. In fearless haste the loosening ground around me dissolves yet another ill conceived suggestion unspoken. With brilliant eyes alive with hope resting on me I toss myself into those pools where the moon reflects rippled by your dancing around this question. [...]

The Lake ~ Daryl Hine  - from "Wooden Horses" (1965) dans le simple appareil D’une beauté qu’on vient d’arracher au sommeil. Smoothed by sleep and ruffled by your dreams The surface of the little lake Fed by unconscious tributary streams, Unbroken by the breezes nightmares make, Like your face looks fathomless and seems Bottomless till light or noises wake. You move and murmur and almost awake. I admire but do not wish to enter, Like any wanderer beside Moonlit water in midwinter Who as a simulacrum for the tide Casting a pebble into the calm centre Watches the circles spread from side to side. I wait for you and morning at your side. Such sources feed the mirror of your mind, I dare not touch the surface of your sleep. But to love by ignorance resigned, Infatuated guardian, I keep Watch beside a fountain where I find No image, for images too deep, Above your breathing regular and deep.