Life in Motion

the Urge for Going

A New And Accvrat Map of the World, 1646, John Speed

See the geese in chevron flight flapping and racing on before the snow
They've got the urge for going and they've got the wings so they can go

~ Joni Mitchell, “Urge for Going”

I was a shy and timorous child. Exceedingly sensitive, so easily hurt, like the sheerest membrane in air or water I silently trembled from the invisible wounds of every atmospheric tremor. Awash in a pool of feeling, I drifted in daydreams. I felt safest in the cocoon of my family, where I was the youngest child by five years. To move outside the family home, out into the world, was risk, which I accomplished with relish if secure in my family’s care. My independent emergence from that chrysalis of home and family into the greater world – which I felt, in time, compelled in pain to achieve – thus began my urge to travel, with my experience in self-development.

To travel is to see the world afresh, to become fresh, if one is open to the experience, openness serving…