not all who wander are lost

There is wind within me, urging me to move along and see what my imagination envisions. My mind sees endless images of places and people that wait to greet me, that wait to feel my presence..and I theirs'. I want to live a thousand lives in this one where change is my consistency, where I find comfort in the new. At times I feel selfish for all my travel desires but I can't fight this yearning...it is so raw, and yet so basic...like a need for water, I am thirsty, I am ravenous for the road...I spent hours and hours walking through DC today..and I was so content just wandering, just walking, just wondering..about everything. I am aching for this summer, I want to walk everywhere, I want to watch the stars on our ship until I fall asleep beneath them..when I explore my life becomes simpler and yet fuller...I feel more alive when I discover beauty in all of its forms, in every person eye's, in every sound and sight, in each touch and taste. I see beyond the adventures of this summer, I see a path of so many landscapes...as long as I have a pen with me to remember it all, I will never be lost. My love is my map, my pen the compass.