I have a penchant for wandering.  People pass me, and I weave and wander on.  Taking in a beautiful garden here, the curve of a cobblestone path there.

In her book Finding Water:  The Art of Perseverance, Julia Cameron helps me understand this seemingly unquenchable urge.  “When we walk by ourselves, we find ourselves companioned.  We set out alone but soon sense that the Divine is close at hand.  It comes as intuition, as insight, as sudden conclusion.”  It also comes to me as beauty.

Leaves and branches etched against a bright blue sky, the soft scent of roses, the gentle gurgle of a fountain.  My walkabouts let me sink into the magic of my surroundings.  Wandering brings me home.