Friday, May 12, 2017
Wandering for a Chance of Connection
I can't uproot so the idea of creating a personalized pilgrimage at home sings compelling. I'm at odds, though, as to what it may look like. I've toyed with maps of the area, even put in cities within a 100 and 200 miles radius of my location, just to see what it would take to get there for a weekend. As much as I love to travel, as much as I desire to experience the unknown, those soul-strings are marionetting my attention towards the local.
Could revelation be uncovered while walking to the store?
Will my feet really take me where I need to be?
Are there other wondering souls nearby, wandering for a chance of connection?
I'll never know unless I try. Originally my plan was to sequester myself into books and research, hide under a parapet of vicarious dreaming. I needed the foreign, I thought, to find my way home.
It appears, however, I need to learn to love where I am before I can engage with where I'd love to be.
This has the makings of a very interesting summer.
Happy wandering, Dear Reader!
Oh, and always feel free to share in the comments your own tales of wandering, both home and far away.
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