I like the word meander. It connotes a sense of aimlessness and wandering that is quite juxtaposed to how modern life tends to go.

I find that so many of my actions are deliberate and quite purposeful. Yes, this is important and necessary for functioning as a 21st century adult. However, I would argue that there are times when we need to shed off the weight of agendas and programs in order to embrace the meandering spirit.

My new favorite outdoor hobby is meandering. I choose a place that is interesting, usually with a stream, and walk. I don’t have any objectives and don’t particularly pay attention to mileage. Sometimes I sit and watch the water for twenty minutes without thinking of anything. Other times, I get preoccupied with a bug or photographing a flower. I see what nature presents to me on its buffet of multi-sensory experiences ready for the feasting.

I’ll be honest: sometimes I get bored. From time to time I end up just walking and letting my mind wander. This – the wandering of one’s mind – is an important endeavor in and of itself. But more often than not, I find something that captures my imagination that I wouldn’t have otherwise noticed if it wasn’t for my previously donned aimlessness.

It’s beautiful. It takes practice.

If you’re feeling cooped up, restless, and like you’re juggling too many responsibilities, give meandering a try. It might mean practicing a more relaxed timetable or stealing away from day-to-day duties.

It might mean wandering for quite a ways before your brain can finally rest.