The Act of Wandering

"I had always been blithely convinced that if I followed the side roads for long

enough, I'd trip over something wonderful, that thing you never know you're

looking for until you land on it that suddenly makes the universe a much bigger

place than it ever had been before."  Emily Horner

The path well traveled has never been my chosen route.   I did not set out to be different nor did I hear a voice coaxing me into isolation.  My journey has been an act of wandering without expectation.  My curiosity leaned towards the behaviors of people seemingly unimportant.  While mightily carrying goodness out to others these special souls were as good as invisible.

It was the less traveled road that led me to mentors and masters appearing to be no one special.  They did not impose a belief system upon me; rather, they pondered vast ideas of diversity.  These teachers encouraged me to follow my own path, to absorb the ways of nature, and to use my heart as a compass.

I reside near the end of my sun dimpled path, reviewing volumes of words.  Some have come from ancient script and others through intimate relationships; but honestly, very few are mine.  My words have simply been  tiny vessels carrying wisdom from an uncharted time opening the minds and hearts of others, expanding my Universe into the grandest place of all.