"Not all those who wander are lost"
It was Friday night, and I didn't know what I needed, only that I needed something. I was house-sitting for my daughter in Weyburn. It was quiet and still. I had accomplished my tasks for the day, like riding for my comprehensive, going for a swim, and tidying around the house. I was restless. I am not very good at not doing something. My middle daughter once told me I have an inability to “just be.” Sometimes I get accused of being a human doing, not a human being. My impulse is always to move, to leave, to find something by going somewhere, even if I don't know where. So I got in my car a quarter tank of gas and a restless I've known all my life. I didn't want to admit I was lonely. made me feel weak. Foolish. But I was. It's hard to admit to loneliness or name it because we become worried about people offering suggestions. Like “phone up a friend” or “go for coffee with someone.” There's often conflicting messages in the world where you need to be ...