In the aftermath of some great loss, we tend to move through our days as a wanderer in an unfamiliar place. Everything looks the same and yet–somehow it feels so different. How do we move on? When will life start to feel any semblance of normality? We go through the motions, placing one foot in front of the other, knowing we must trudge forward but–to where? To what life? In this phase, our close friends yearn for us to somehow re-boot our system and take life on with renewed purpose. And that seems unimaginable to us
But it is precisely in this Wandering Phase that…magic can happen. For it is in our emptiness, in our aimlessness, that we open ourselves to meaningful happenstance, to unexpected insights, to synchronicity, We have nothing to lose so we open a seemingly random door and inside a welcome surprise awaits. It might be something small at first, or insignificant. So many of the most important experiences in our lives happened without being planned. Or, perhaps we did set a goal–to graduate college, for instance–but the friends we made along the way we had no idea we would meet. Wandering makes a goal-oriented person feel uneasy. But it also forces us to experience events we might otherwise never experience, or learn important lessons we might never have learned.