Rollerbag Goddess Global Communications

There is a pervasive sense among travelers that wings are somehow superior to roots. That having the freedom to travel is better than being tethered by the material, professional and personal trappings of this world. That minimizing equals enlightenment.

For many years I have felt the constant pull toward new soils. But lately, the voices that call me to explore have been suspiciously silent. Have I gotten my fill? I don’t think so. After all, from time to time I think wistfully of Paris or Italy…or find myself daydreaming of Thailand. But more often than not, I’m actually content just being still.

Since I operate my small business from home, that adds up to a lot of hours within these walls.

And gorgeous walls they are. I have long worked toward creating a comfortable, beautiful space overflowing with peace…even when I knew I would be away from it. It was a touchstone. It was the rock that I knew would be steady in the midst of the constant storm of change that is long-term travel. People would often ask me, “But don’t you miss home? Isn’t it great to be back in your own bed?” I bit my tongue. It never felt that way to me. Home was a stopping ground, a place to unpack, do laundry, repack and lock up.

These days, I feel differently. For the first time in years, I have a vegetable garden, with earnest seedlings reaching toward the hot sun. I am researching recipes for purslane, which grows wild and aggressively in my veggie beds. I’m doing some landscaping, moving rocks and earth to corral these grounding elements into some sense of order.

I have opportunities to travel knocking at the door. And I am content to ignore them, drown them out with the sounds of the ceiling fan blowing gently, the water fountain I’ve filed with pebbles from around the world, the songbirds in the backyard crunching on seeds from the feeder.

During lunch with a friend yesterday, she asked me where my next trip will be. I said I had nothing planned.

Her chin dropped.

A dear friend, a Mainer, is coming to visit this summer, and I am content and even excited to share with her all of the beauty and warmth of this region. Perhaps the rollerbag is not so much at rest, but at rest in the region.

What a wonderful place to celebrate. What a wonderful place to roll.

 

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