WANDER – 1 : to move around or go to different places usually without having a particular purpose or direction ▪ 2 : to follow a path with many turns ▪ 3 : to go away from a path, course, etc.
I wandered far and wide. I let go of checklists and listened to my own inner rhythms. Whether I was still or in motion, sitting in my room or meditating on the passing scenery as I sat serenely on a bus, train or plane, I wandered and wondered.
Here’s a poem I wrote during Reverb10 and lived by as well as I could this past year:m
living in questions.
How can I unfold?
What if I don’t grasp?
What if it doesn’t matter what happens?
Who is my best self, after all?
What is my intention for this day?
No plans, no goals.
Can I stay open?
Can I let my heart keep shining?
How do I practice metta + mindfulness?
What is life but motion from moment to moment?
“We have to do our best and at the same time give up all hope of fruition.” -Pema Chödrön
Michelle is a believer in the power of poetry, circles and stories. A freelance human hailing from Austin, TX, she has lived and loved her yoga since age 12. She adores life at Lake Atitlán, Guatemala, where she shares a tiny cabin with her partner, daughter, cat and dog.
Michelle has been a columnist for elephant journal since 2010. Her words can also be found on The Tattooed Buddha, Rebelle Society, LeanPub, and her ever-evolving site, Love Education. Take a retreat in Guatemala with Michelle!