‘Let us allow our wild spirits to roam unfettered and unbound.’*

“perhaps the wild ones among us are our only hope in calling us back to our own nature”**

They are the deep cartographers.

They see the things that others cannot or do not want to see.  They map the “blue” places and ideas and moments and people we do not find on our usual maps, the ones that take us to more.

I’ve met some of these people but there are many I will never know of; they dream of changing the world in some kinder, more generous way.

They were not born this way but followed their curiosities, seeing their minds and hearts and wills as not being bound by their present knowledge and understanding, believing deep leads to deeper still.

Theirs is not an exclusive tribe; they only know that anyone can choose to map the undiscovered things, whether large or small.

“It is not down on any map; true places never are.”*

(*From Keri Smith’s The Wander Society.)
(**Joel McKerrow, quoted in the Northumbria Community‘s Morning Prayer.)
(^Herman Melville in Moby Dick, quoted in Keri Smith’s The Wander Society.)