Off the Cuff

A close friend in law enforcement once asked, “Do you meander too, because I do it all the time…every chance I get.”

I thought for a second, and instantly agreed. I crave and need those times when I can escape and get away, from people and everything, especially meetings, cell phones and computers. Work I think you all agree, can be sometimes highly overrated.

Just going through life truly MEANDERING. Taking it all in. Appreciating every little minute detail in complete amazement.

I keep honey bees. Astounding little buggers. I love watching the squirrels scurry and play in the yard (just stay out of my attic please, or they may get shot with my pellet gun.) I love hiking to a mountain top, or high on a ridge…sitting for hours, contemplating, watching the clouds go by…meandering. Sitting, shivering in a frigid snow cave. Meandering. Sailing on the water, taking in all the patterns the wind makes, the dolphins and wildlife. Going nowhere, but finding a little peace from the usual day to day. Meandering.

I am going to change things up…a lot. Meandering has two letters, “me” in it. Definition includes a safe happy place, roaming around alone. I am not judging on solitude. I have done that sometimes to a fault some have said. Obviously, I still do it. I just returned from a solo winter camping trip in the cold snowy mountains of Colorado. I will write about that experience in a later Off the Cuff. (Might even have something on the website on it.)

But what if we change the word to “weandering?”

In my self-written book that remains unwritten, that means inviting someone else to share in that peaceful place. For me, that would take quite a person…but wouldn’t that be cool? Someone who appreciates life and all its wonderment the same way?

Think for a moment about the term, weandering. Have you got someone you can weander with?

If no one comes to mind, have you thought about a dog like Tracker? He’ll go anywhere…any time…with anyone! Just bring a drool-bib.