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. She has been practicing yoga for many lifetimes. She shares a tiny cabin with her partner, daughter, cat and dog at Lake Atitlán in the Guatemalan highlands where she enjoys writing, reading, playing, teaching, learning, walking in nature and daydreaming.
Michelle has been a columnist for elephant journal since 2010. Her mindful, inspiring essays, articles and poems can also be found on The Tattooed Buddha, Rebelle Society, LeanPub, and her site, Yoga Freedom.