Wanderlust visits.



A strange restlessness took me today. Choosing rebelliously to walk back through the lakes, rather than sensibly take the bus in this dull, rainy, weather. I watched the wind scattering the leaves from their summer homes, spinning, swirling, not knowing their destination and an old melody came to my senses. My feet began to itch for the open road, possessions became burdens, security, chains.

This was a constant in my younger days when I traveled the world, living by faith, following God. But it’s been a long time since I felt it breathe through my soul reminding that all is transient, this life itself is transient.

When you stand in the wind of the spirit like this priorities shift, fog clears, things all make sense again, and a feeling of transcendent joy fills your heart. You become free once more.