The Wanderer

There is a side to me that is aching a bit.  I know I need something.  I crave something.  I wish for something.  Yet, I can’t articulate it or maybe I am afraid to.   There isn’t much I fear in life.  My sense of self is secure and I’ve experienced enough adversity that I know, whatever the situation, I will come out the other side, stronger and better.  It sounds cliche but all cliches emanate from truths, dont they?

My heart, my soul, is wandering, lost in a desert, unsure of direction.  A journey with no destination.  Nomadic.   Hungry and thirsty for something.   When I finally feel the nourishment hit my tongue, will I be satisfied?

The void or chaos brought on when we don’t feel the ground below,  when it feels as if we are we are running in place and others are moving faster than us can create panic.  I choose to see it as purposeful.   The energy field that orbits our bodies and in between one another are waiting to reveal little secrets and opportunities.

I’m ok being a wanderer.

Music mood:  Billy Joel “pressure”

Neurally yours,

Olivia x