If the destination is more important than the journey, the wanderer has no reason to journey. A single trip to the destination will suffice, for after which there is nothing more to explore except at the place of comfort.
Just yesterday, I felt the wanderlust again. It was like the calling of the runes, the summoning of my past. I seem to have a fascination with the runes and the concept of walking between worlds. Perhaps some would figure I'm the shaman type, neither fully in this world nor every other. There is something to detaching oneself from the prison of the body and exploring everything else within reach.
Some would call it the Dreamtime. Others the dreamwalkers or astral travellers. They come by many names, but the ideas are similar. I was never fond of divination and neither do I believe in the fates. We are free to make our own fates, which makes us the wanderers. Of divination, no future can be certain and a casting can only call up a probable future which is little different from every other possible future. Yet I feel that the runes have a power, and can be a useful guide.
It is strange how I can have encountered them so long ago in the past, yet come across them yet again entirely by chance. I was at the library and saw a novel about someone using runes. In addition to awakening an ancient call within my blood, it also made me seek out places with a sense of mystery. While wandering, I chanced upon two stores that stocked the esoteric paraphernalia I knew back then. Ah, well...the gut knows, and it leads true.
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