A wanderer’s life is a one of perpetual transition. I find myself constantly shifting between lives – letting go, letting in, holding on. Some people I want to hold onto, but life’s forcing me to let go. Some stories lay open and unfinished – leaving me wondering if I’ll get to write another page someday. Other tales survive life’s hard tests of time and distance – the chapters still unfolding; a story without an end.
“Go on then Great Wanderer,” the voice whispers. “Jump.”
I call her the Wanderer. She resides in every single one of us. She knows no fear for she has faith. She needs no possessions to feel safe. She enters the Wildwood with courage and curiosity. She loves life. She begins each day with a sense of adventure. She doesn’t need anyone to take the plunge with her – for this journey is hers and hers alone.