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To wander and come home

I have quoted Mogli’s lyrics for the song “Wanderer” a few times before, and sometimes while I’m out there, they take me back and become relevant all over again. It’s like being a wanderer and to go home. Everything that creates stress falls away and is reduced to what is truly vital and essential for body, mind and spirit.

There was a time in the beginning when I first started hiking, that I was introduced to this feeling of coming home. I quickly became addicted to this feeling and I chased it, wanting to feel like this as often as possible. Being out in nature and becoming still is what made me feel this way. Away from all the hectic it restored balance and I learned to breathe deeply, to utilize senses that have always been there, but merely got lost in the background of noise. Never before did I feel these senses with such an awareness and consciousness as I did then.

All of a sudden, seeing was more intense. Seeing the little things we rush by so often, such as seeing a weed on the side of the road. You might asked what’s the significance of that! Well for me there is beauty in everything (except spiders lol) and apparently it is in many others who voted and made my picture of a weed #1 in a photo contest a few years back.

All of a sudden there was an increased sense of smell. The sweet smell of the forest, wildflowers and how the earth smells during and after the rain.

There was an increase sense of feeling the sun on my skin, the wind in my hair. Just feeling a different degree of being alive vs merely existing.

I’ve tasted wild berries and nature’s fruit, grown without pesticides. I remember the most amazing flat of strawberries, sweet and delicious right along the coastline in California. I ate them right out of it’s wooden crate, dust and perhaps a little dirt included. An experience we still talk about today, having tasted the sweetest and most delicious fruit to this day.

Time slows down and is simplified. It’s often a bunch of little things that one day become the big things in our life. Maybe this post finds you yearning for your own senses to experience such simplicity and wonder. Perhaps you can’t relate at all about the significance of a weed and why eating a flat of dirty strawberries is still a fond memory. Whatever the case, I hope you can witness your own wonders, to become a wanderer on this road called life and to come home.

Author:

Who am I, and why I write. I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I am the one, holding on to the silver lining when the skies are gray. I’m a believer that nothing is coincidence, but that everything has purpose. I’ve made my mistakes, don’t we all, but I see them as growing pains and they are a part of who I am today. I have lost myself in order to find myself, and I still do from time to time, but in a good way. I’m a big child who laughs until my belly hurts when life wants to be serious. Career wise: I’ve been there, done that, and I took “The jump” off the hamster wheel in an effort to change my future. I didn’t land all that soft, but I can say that I’m still proud to have found the courage to do it. Coming full circle, I had it all, and yet I was lonely and had nothing. Today I choose to be a collector of moments and I chase memories, instead of the material stuff. Less is more, and the motto is quality over quantity. You’d be amazed at how freeing it can be. I see myself as a free spirit that believes in an unconventional lifestyle. Somehow I go against the grain most of the times, not to rebel, but because it feels right to stay true to my unique and authentic self. It takes courage, and you often stand alone, but if you dare, you soon realize that it is the only way if you don’t want to lose who you are. Just like most, my past wasn’t easy and I come from a life that didn’t always give me the opportunity to be heard. Few related and even fewer cared to take the time. But that’s the past and it’s history, the future hasn’t happened and the “NOW” is truly all we ever have. In the end we all have a story to tell, and we all seek to be understood. We all yearn to be heard and accepted and still life is hard and our path is full of stumbling blocks. If we can see the lessons in adversity we may realize that the toughest moments are often our greatest teachers. There is a reason for the saying that the stars can’t shine without darkness, and it might be darkness that will show you the light.
It took a series of (un)fortunate events, to learn to glow through the pain, to learn how to dance in the rain. I believe in Magic and wonder, and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As an empath this old soul often feels a little too much, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, I am here to tell my story because I believe that it can help others. It is my hope to bring inspiration and strengths to you, while showing you that it can be done. I know you are out there, and I know you are suffering in silence. I am here to tell you that you are not alone, and your voice is being heard loud and clear. Hang on and be strong, transformation is yours. 
In light and love....Rhapsody Bohème 💙🦋

19 thoughts on “To wander and come home

  1. The one thing I always remember in my heart is those beautiful sights, tastes and smells of being out in the bush. To pick a wild grown fruit and really tasting something so pure, not like these cardboard cutouts that are in our shops. They obviously spray them with something to preserve them…and kill them at the same time.
    And even those wild things that crawl, bite and fly in your eye is just nature being her true self…er, except for the odd snake that wanted to crawl up my leg. I know they only wanted to be nice, but like you I have my limits with some things 😂 🤣
    Great post dear lady, may your nature be wild and free 😀 ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋

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    1. This must be one of the most beautiful comments and my heart is truly touched. I can’t even begin to express how much it means and a mere thank you just doesn’t seem enough. I will cherish your words and carry them with me. Forever, grateful, appreciative and most humbled. Thank you so much. ❤️

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