At 3:35 am this morning, I popped up in bed and said aloud Wander more!
Then I laid back down and fell asleep again.
Why? you ask… I have no idea. Must have been dreaming something big. There’s no telling. My subconscious of late has been swirling and swimming/churning and chewing/living and dying on so many levels that it would take eons to unravel the meaning of its mythology. Still I am perplexed by this one… Wander more!
where? with who? for what purpose? to what destination?
There are many people in my world who would describe me as “driven”… though I have no inkling why they would choose that word… 😉 I am focused to be sure… determined/unwavering at times and resilient… above all resilient. And yes… I am a wanderer. A quality that has been gift and curse over the years.
All day yesterday I was stuck in mud… so deep that I could barely make myself put one foot in front of the other. I so wanted to hear the loud [t-h-w-o-p!] sound of popping air when the earth would release its grasp on my feet. Instead, I slogged my way through the hours trying to keep life in my lungs. I hate those kind of days. Thankfully I am blessed with another sunrise.
Today I have a new command… Wander more!
What will I find?
Where can I go?
What can I do?
Who will I meet?
Once again I am dwelling in possibility…
I live by this wisdom…
Not all wanderers are lost.