Exploration uncovers endless opportunities. In discovery sit the epiphanies of fate. As we veer alongside and outside our norms, with a curiosity advantage we’re drawing new paths that we may soon treasure. In order to fully manifest our desires must accept a dispersion of drift from our usual orbit. We won’t do justice if confining things to scarcely fall from the sky, grow on a tree, or any other silly idiom that rarely meets reality. Being mindful to incorporate a little mosey into our lives imbues our sense of spunk. Instituting time to wa-wa-wa-wa wander pledges a panacea for imbalances, relaxation, boredom, and intrigue alike. When we let go, whether ambling with a dedicated plan or soliciting spontaneity, in seep occasions to increase our prospects. Our potential for fun-packed possibilities rises whilst flexing one’s movement muscles. Odds show up on our side the higher our rate of roving with exuberance.
Blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures. ~Lovelle Drachman
From my tiny tyke days forward, I’ve been known to carouse the caverns of many forests. I could stay adrift in the woods for hours crunching my feet against the earth, building elaborately sturdy or simple pine needle thatch forts, or thrashing my fantasy-filled adrenaline around imaginary jungle kingdoms awaiting my very own Tarzan. The mere idea of a moment to roam takes over my entire body like a dreamy psychedelic tab of pure LSD. Walkabouts have long provided the excuse to suspend the ample arduous nature of affairs in exchange for a whit of wayfaring. Oh, to traverse every hollow there ever was! I find a sacredness in the search that unfolds from the mere serpentine drifting that comes from our ability to stroll. The mind is a fierce labyrinthian maze which beckons a bit of tinkering with the wanderer wherewithal. Novel avenues you choose may frame just the right amount of passionate bias.
I can just let my curiosity wander unleashed. ~James C. “Jim” Collins
My complexion is forever rosiest within the immortality of a healthy wander roundabout any good where. ‘Photo safaris’ have grown into my festive term for a rich smidgen of sauntering. Anytime I’ve taken a segment of time, stripping away the necessities of work or an agenda, and plainly set off with no more than the notion of witnessing the liberation of a day, with resounding evidence, it’s transformational. Sometimes nothing feels better than successfully disentangling all of my insists from my interests. Answering a call of the wild open places is as trivial as it is fundamental. Certain spaces can take you on a breathtaking journey. I’ve caught street artists in the act of coloring a political message across an entire side of a Brooklyn building and counted the hundreds of dolphin fins lapping the surfaces of the tidal creeks. I’ll tell a nifty truth that emphatic wander-chasers are the faithfully authentic oasis in the desert. Wandering leads to extraordinary effects.
There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign. ~Robert Louis Stevenson
They’ve told me there are ocean depths so dark that the color red disappears entirely. I can barely comprehend snakes that are able to fit humans inside themselvesas a fatally tasty treat. You can plod across a crater, climb through sculpture playscapes and ski indoors year-round (mind you, I don’t get the last one, save the novelty, as I’d rather face the whipping winds chapping my lips any day, but to each his own want of a wander). Seriously, we have an entire planet to perceive. I’ve never understood borders, walls, and country-based boundaries. While I appreciate the defense factor, my brain is based on the theory of inclusion. This Earth belongs to all of us simultaneously. Our treatment of that which is unfamiliar ought to energize, instead of desensitize, us. What lies below us is our connecting link. No matter ground or water, it is ours ~ you and me. Remove any sting from exotic to allow your sprawling claim to be the wonder of a wanderful observing.
If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine, it’s lethal. ~Paulo Coelho
Those of us willing to branch beyond a set of convenience are comfier when risk or difference lands in our laps. I didn’t balk at my new male OB/GYNassigned a couple of hours before my first appointment after the female doctor canceled on me, and we enjoyed a meaningful meditation conversation as he scraped my cervix during a routine Pap smear. Stepping past the outskirts of your daily minutiae might prove invigorating for your marbles. It doesn’t matter how far you can get, it’s what you get from looking to original outlooks. In respect of our needs for enough normal, I feel it’s only appropriate to engage a few grand dabbles of gypsy tampering. Too many pockets of regularity are poisonous. Prohibiting mustn’t always end in dramatic flair (no thanks, forbidden biblical lore). We’re obliged to take care of ourselves, yet this doesn’t preclude the whimsy of an awesome wander. Becoming the outlaw of your swashbuckling story is less about exile and preferably creating life-giving lumens of moxie.
May your meandering make you a gracefully seasoned soul.