a wandering wonder.
“Not all who wander are lost.” –J.R.R. Tolkien
How did I not know that Tolkien said this?
It’s on my favorite t-shirt.
It’s pink and has my “pilgrim” shoes (i.e. sandals) on it.
It seems even more “pilgrim-e” and profound now that those words have context and an author (and a pretty creative and cool one at that).
Not all who wander are lost. Wandering but not lost. I like it.
I like it more knowing the author.
That happens a lot though in my life at least:
a piece of pottery means more when I know the potter that threw it, chiseled it, fired it and glazed it.
a painting means more when I know who held the brush and stroked the colors.
a song means more when I know the poet and story behind the music.
and words means more when I know the heart and pen that composed them.
all that being said reminds me that
the sunset, the stars and my dear four-legged friend lying beside me mean more, when I know their author and creator.
Thankful for wandering.
Thankful for not being lost.
Thankful for knowing where I am.
Thankful for the GPS that recalculates my path when I miss the turn.
Thankful for the mapmaker.