This month at KINDRED we're reflecting on the word WANDER. What better opportunity to write about my recent trip to Washington wine country? But as I tried to create a straightforward travelogue, I became aware of a deeper longing kindled by Yakima Valley for the vineyards and hill-towns of northern Italy and southern France. Ultimately I was longing for beauty, for home, and for that one true place in this world where the soul can find rest. We all have this ache, though the landscape of our imaginings will vary greatly. The Germans have a word for it: sensucht. But as we grow up and become tethered to more and more responsibilities, do we have to put away such dreams?
Come on over to KINDRED and read my musings on the subject. Stay and read what the other writers have come up with: the first pages of a sci-fi story (nomadic bee-keepers in the stars!), a travelogue of searching for snow leopards in Mongolia, the things we carry on our journeys that maybe we should just put down, the decision to go have adventures even if it means we stop waiting for someone to share them with, and what to do with wanderlust after you decide to settle down. Great stuff. Come read, comment, and share!