Prone to Wander

Not all who wander are lost.

I'm a wanderer.

I venture off as much as I can. I easily get lost in the detail. I don't mind getting lost, I know my heart is home.

I wander but my heart doesn't. My heart forever has a home. I crave to get lost among the intricate details of the bark of the towering trees and winding paths of the old woods.

I will grow my roots alongside the trees. I will call this place my home the dirt in which my roots may grow. I will learn to grow towards the sky learning the importance of the seasons of wilting. Learning to regrow after the pain. I will expand my branches like the old oaks, connecting to others and growing old along with the wisdom.

I yearn to learn the rhythm song of the wind. To stretch my arms and gather as much of this natural masterpiece into my soul as possible.

I never will be able to roam far enough or to breathe enough of this air. When I go far enough all I can hear is the sounds of nature, it is there I feel home. It is there that I can see that this place was created with such love by an endless artist. The bark of the trees maybe are his fingerprints. The streams are His love poured out. The old soulful trees are his evergreen grace and wisdom.

This silly thing we call life seems so complicated but when I get lost that's when I understand that there is simplicity in the beauty. There is details in the simple.

I wander but I'm not lost, I am found. The more I discover and explore the more I feel at home.

There is so much beauty here and how selfish would it be to live blindly to the fact the beauty is right before us to explore. Of all the places I've been, I've still found my heart at home with you. You built a house out of this broken home and gave me peace in all of the changing of the seasons.

There is pain and discomfort among the changing, but there is so much comfort found within your house. It's so easy to find the intricate lovely details if we just look a little closer.

There is so much beauty rooted within us that it's hard to not see the beauty that surrounds us.

If you keep quiet you can hear the whispers of trees leading us back to the path of the artist. Leading us to the hands that created this beauty.

It will take time to grow and bloom but while wandering I've learned to be a force of nature. To learn from our surroundings to gain some knowledge from the wisdom of the creation and artist. I am prone to wander but being lost has always lead me home right back to you.

// Continue to love + grow.

-A.S.