Being a Wanderer.

What if I want to be a wanderer?

Better phrased, what if being a wanderer, a pilgrim, a sojourner, is core to my being?

What my soul longs for are the wide open spaces.

The mountains and streams and beaches.

The open road.

The waysides and rest stops and visitor centers.

The sound of sweeping tree boughs as the wind picks up with the sun inching lower in the sky.

The conversations and the smiles with strangers as well as the intimate knowing of those I'm alongside; united solely by the common geography and journey. Literally and metaphorically on the trail.

I don't want what most want - a city of security and consumption. The idea of settling down, to live with the frantic worry of having to work ever harder to support living where you can work, is bitter in my mind. Not the work, but the cycle. It's the reduction of life into something fake. Home is where your heart connects with those who accept you as you are.

Life is not about consumption and profit. It is about experience and relationship.

To live I must remain:

Hiking a trail.

Gazing at the stars.

Conversing around a campfire or coffee table.

Helping others find their way forward.

Bearing with one another when life is too dark to see the way.

Work to live, doing that which fulfills each of us and promotes the flourishing of all life, moment by moment.

Supporting one another as fellow wanderers.

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