When you walk along a street aligned closely to the east-and-west and when the wind is very quiet, yet not completely still, at certain times of day when the Sun is low you see all sorts of little motes, of dust, of feather, or a seed; a gnat, mosquito, fly, or bee. You see them as the sunlight glints into your eye. So, too, ideas are floating all around you. Every breath must inhale dozens, but we breathe on, breathing those ideas right back out again unaware, unless you let one linger.
Fellow wandering misfit, I completely understand this. Being curious to life is what keeps us flexible and moveable. Be curious like a child and wonder at the beauty of the world, not getting caught up in the chaos, just curious.
When you walk along a street aligned closely to the east-and-west and when the wind is very quiet, yet not completely still, at certain times of day when the Sun is low you see all sorts of little motes, of dust, of feather, or a seed; a gnat, mosquito, fly, or bee. You see them as the sunlight glints into your eye. So, too, ideas are floating all around you. Every breath must inhale dozens, but we breathe on, breathing those ideas right back out again unaware, unless you let one linger.
Fellow wandering misfit, I completely understand this. Being curious to life is what keeps us flexible and moveable. Be curious like a child and wonder at the beauty of the world, not getting caught up in the chaos, just curious.
Thank you Barbara 🙏
Diamond, I love this so much! The level of freedom and joy that comes from wandering, being, showing up is one of life's true gifts.
P.S. The etymology of my given name? The Wanderer.