Wandering. September 16 2015

 

When we’re young, most of our life consists of wandering. Wandering from mama to daddy. Wandering from one side of our playpen to the other. Wandering around the house, the yard, our Grandma’s house. And lots, LOTS of wandering in our minds.

It helps us grow and evolve. It shows us what we like and what we don’t like. It pushes us out of our comfort zones and sometimes even helps us find new places of comfort, new places to settle.

Best of all, wandering helps us embrace who we are, which in return means we can meet our people and know almost immediately that they’re a part of our tribe. When we wander off, we allow our minds to rest and grant freedom to our bodies to show the way. We listen to our intuition and our hearts and quiet the voice in our heads. It’s an active meditation with the added bonus of stimulating eye candy and an array of smells and sounds. It’s pretty much the best 

Finding a place to wander feels daunting sometimes, like we need to go somewhere with spectacular views or zero foot traffic. Sometimes, that’s true. We do. But wandering isn’t limited to hidden spots or shopping malls. It’s everywhere in-between. Sometimes, I’ll wander outside while the sun is setting and sit in our driveway with our pup. My mind and body loves to wander there. Other times I need a more expansive journey and I’ll find myself walking the lake or even driving through Berkeley or in the Oakland hills. Or planning a trip to Southeast Asia or Europe.

You can never go wrong when it comes to an adventure. The only mandatory thing you need to bring with you is an open mind, a sense of calm, vigor, and the word “yes.

xx,
w.d.