It’s right now, when I do something different. Change in a single way, that will ultimately lead me toward my next new destination. And the next day, another change. As the saying goes, “Slow and steady wins the race.”
This is the beginning. Life is starting over for me again. I’ve seen this coming and have been working long and hard for this period in my life to commence. 18 years, come to pass.
This journey is just starting. New travel corridors await. Never before seen places beckon. It terrifies me, to slowly, yet deliberately detach from society. Shedding fears that have held me bound to illusory dogmas (and false belief constructs) in the past. Returning to fundamentals and instilling more purpose in my day. More attention to the moments passing us by.
Embracing a nomadic lifestyle.
Appreciating immensely, the shelter I have over my head. The transportation to and from places. Steady income, for now.
Still, I’m preparing to leap. Off, into the proverbial unknown. Leaving this place. My work here is done. The wandering mystic—healer—wisdom-keeper’s mysterious life.
Going someplace where I belong. The seeds have been planted and are germinating in the darkness. Perfect obscurity. Roots, intertwining with the soil—pulled down by an elemental force.
This next new place will eventually surface—revealing to me, which direction I’m heading. Where I might cultivate that worthwhile garden that haunts my dreams, while I sleep. Where I might find my mate.
Fulfilling the higher purpose that is urging me forward, one awakening day after another. Humbling. Humility tempering pride and ego. Heart-strings tugging at me, all along the way.