The Travel(l)er

"traveller," also spelled "traveler" [ˈtrævələ ˈtrævlə]. n. 1. a person who travels, esp habitually.

that is what i am.

i am a traveler. a traveller. a person who travels. habitually.

even when in one place. i travel. with my mind. habitually.

even when rooted, when staying put, i travel. i long to travel. i love to travel. constantly moving. moving on. maybe returning. leaving again. taking in the new. sights. sounds. tastes. smells. love. life.

i am a traveler.

i stated that the other day in an online dating profile that a few days later i removed, thanks to the magic of those words. realizing it's time to leave again. to be free again. and then i realized i am free. always have been. always will be. even if i'm not going anywhere. i can. i can stay. i can leave. i can come and go and do as i please.

so whether i'm here or there, coming and going, frequently or not, i am a traveler.

and so why not view each day in an old familiar place as if i were merely traveling through?

why not always feel that freedom and curiosity and sense of adventure and non-attachment?

why not write about it from day to day? the wonders. the sights. the sounds. the tastes. the smells. the love. the life. the ideas and thoughts and questions inspired when driving in my car or going for a walk or talking to someone at the store or on the street.

and so yesterday i started. i did what i've been thinking of doing for months. i spoke my thoughts into a microphone, recoding them while driving in my car. i can't even count the number of books that would have been written already if i always recorded my thoughts while driving. or walking.

so now is the time. if not now, when?

and so it begins again. this blog. this dream. this creative process. and no need to change the title again. i am a traveler wherever i am.


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