🍃 An Invitation to Wander

Exploration isn't just about new places.
It's about returning to the quiet corners within yourself.
Each step forward is also a step inward—
every trail not just a path,
but a pull at something deep and unnamed.

This is my garden—
a place with no map—only markers
of thought and intention.
No directions given.
Just whispers.
Echoes.
Seedlings and saplings of ideas I've chosen to tend—
what I've dared to let grow in the open.

Start, not with certainty,
but with curiosity.
Let it be your light—
flickering, alive, unburdened by a fixed destination.
For it can carry you beyond the reach of your plans,
into places no rigid map could ever lead.

Walk your own path—around or through
the things I've planted.
Resist the urge to follow someone else's guidebook.
The treasures that matter
are drawn out by what you seek,
and by what quietly seeks you.

Listen to your heart—
not as a master, but as a compass to be tested.
It only points true
when it beats in sync
with the One who gave it rhythm.
And when it does—
your desires become direction,
your hunger becomes
something holy.

But know this:
This is my garden to care for.
Every seed here was a decision.
Every blossom or bramble is a reflection of me.
What you find within came through my tending.
What you carry out?
That's a reflection of you.
Because meaning isn't given—
it's found, by the desires you pursue
and the eyes through which you look.

You've heard it before:
Not all who wander are lost.
A phrase worn thin by overuse—
but still true.
Wandering doesn't mean drifting—
it means trusting that what matters
might be hiding just beyond the obvious.

So go—
Wander.
Wonder.
Take what speaks to you.
Leave what doesn't.
And in that quiet exchange,
maybe you'll find
the most sacred ground
is the ground you cultivate in your heart.