J.R.R. Tolkien said it, “Not all who wander are lost.” I claim his words as my own mantra of sorts because they resonate with something inside of me. I don't know where he was wandering, nor am I sure where I am wandering these days either. What I am sure of though is that wandering isn’t just geographic. Our minds wander, our hearts wander, and our feet wander along the dirty and dusty paths we trod. There is beauty in this wandering- the mystery, the innocence, the precipice of discovery.
I’m a wanderer of sorts. My wandering spirit has taken me a lot of places- high and low and in circles around the world. I've seen lots of things, and juggle many realities in my wandering mind as a consequence. For now my wandering has landed me in Florida. Geographically I’m not wandering so much lately, but my heart is doing enough wandering to make up for my planted feet.
Lots of you who will actually discover this page and read these words have been journeying vicariously with me for the past years. I hope that this little journal of sorts will become a place where we can continue along the journey together. Stay tuned to watch tales of new adventures unfold, reflect on memories of past misadventures, and to get a small glimpse into the parallel realities of my wandering thoughts.
'Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
The Hobbit, Tolkien
