“All That is Gold Does Not Glitter”, J.R.R. Tolkien’s poem from The Lord of the Rings, has one line in particular that homes in on that nomadic spirit in me; “Not all those who wander are lost”. I’m not lost, just like to wander this great world of ours. Here is the whole poem:
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.