Traveling —It leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.
~Ibn Battuta
When I think about my life, I am
still very surprised that it has turned out to be so great. I have come a long
ways from looking at cornfields in the shadow of the city on the edge of Nebraska.
A black girl resembling those who walked the trails of tears. I was born with traveling
in my blood, a descendant of a nomadic people who danced through different
terrain to embrace the sight of the world.
The storyteller in me marvels
because I know it is not the story I tell, but the one I live that delights the
reader. I could not imagine a life bond
to a desk watching life from a clock forced to sit in an office dying to live. However,
I am sure there are many who could not fathom constantly being on the move and
replacing stability with frequent flux.
Yet, I find pleasure in movement as life transitions with each step I
make. A life is bondless that transports stories on tongues of drifters who
only come to plant seeds in foreign places, this is the life I love.
In 10 days I will turn 38 and my
mother has finally come to terms that dancing with change is not optional, but
a must. However, I still want and desire to have a traveling partner that finds
it fitting to spend 60 days caravanning through the tropics instead of buying a
house with a garage and a picket fence that encloses life. I can’t see
exchanging my life for normalcy on a block with neighbors who fear speaking because
it might bring us closer. I would rather be a renter on the run like Bonny and
Clyde holding up strangers in a community where conversation and laughter means
you are living on purpose despite the unknowns of tomorrow.
I dance with the opportunity to
meet a story so free of words and that it smiles in the greeting of strangers
because it is being told for the first time. When I travel to a place I have
never been, I do not need words to describe such a place, breathing the
freshness of new adventure is enough. The excitement of perpetual change could
scare someone, but I am fearless when it comes to transformation. I live for
the revolution.
Are you a dancer or a spectator
who only wants to view the world through pictures and television shows? If you are a spectator, that's ok. As Jay
Z would say, “This ain’t for everybody.” However, I realized it is for me.
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