The blog will pick a word of the week, to share & explore the selected word. Here’s an expression for the word – wanderlust.
We pack our faith in the open seas
in tickets bought without a plan
in the quiet thrill of not yet knowing
who we’ll be or where we’ll land.
Suitcases full of almost-moments
pretty postcards sent back home
each travel feels like a passage
every stride a stepping stone.
We fall in love with fleeting memories
border signs and café steam
sunsets framed by dusty windows
colours that brush us like a dream.
We sleep under unfamiliar skies
count new constellations each night
learning how many ways the darkness
can still be generous with the light.
Mountains bow in silent teaching
oceans chant what words cannot
and we kneel without a temple
where the infinite is found.
The road becomes our contemplation
each mile a breath, each breath a trust
we walk until our desires soften
into grace instead of must.
If we ever stop our moving
let it be beneath the wide skies
for wanderlust is not a myth
it’s the way our soul replies.
Wanderlust is not a journey outwards
but a pilgrimage within
where every horizon bends towards heaven
and the heart begins to sing.
Wanderlust is not escaping
it’s remembering how to be
a small heartbeat on a vast road
walking toward infinity.
