If you happen to stumble upon a wanderer,
unlock the door
and welcome them in; but do so knowing
that they’re only there to rest their feet.
Don’t offer to unpack their bags, instead
fill them to brimming and leave them
beside the back door, uncluttered and easy
to reach. Stoke the fire, put the kettle on,
and guard your heart.
It’s passion and pain that nurture the unsettled.
Embrace them for the moment, delight in their tales,
and commit them
to memory… when the sun rises
they’ll be gone,
pack full of hearts, soul bursting
with restlessness, leaving you
incredibly richer, and devastatingly poorer,
all at the same time.
©Nicole Lyons 2016
I knew such a gypsy and the men who could not understand and thought she was supposed to stay. I knew she could not but still wished it possible. Where was the balance point between joy and pain? It was not found. Thank You, Nicole.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
There such ones
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This is beautiful, and kind of alluring. I slightly want to be it…
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I love this comment so hard 💙
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Awwwh AWESOME! Been kinda thinking that having been a homebody for ALL my life so far, my trajectory’s about to change and I’m gonna be a wanderer until I stop
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You are beautiful and alluring, btw, so you have that!
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I like that you think so ❤ Thank you. You just made the very tippy-tail-end of my night ❤
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I stumbled upon You.
Life’s funny that way.
She only asks one thing ~
Just “show up ” . . . .
I love my gypsy soul and all its
wanderlust,
a bit of its thirst, quenched by your words.
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Great final line
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