…and the faery known as Thrill-Seeker, the only one of her sort to attend this type of celebration since the Sleeping Beauty debacle, first soared to the rafters of the modest nursery, stopped short, reached into her pouch of post-natal best wishes and sprinkled the babe in a soft shower of aromatic flower petals. “This,” she whispered, “is the inoculation against even the most minimal bouts of hodophobia you may experience in your lifetime.”
The pixie then dove off her perch and plummeted to within an inch of the slumbering infant’s feet where she hovered and drew a long, deep breath into her pocket-sized fluorescent frame. Ever so slowly, she exhaled one half of it in a focused stream of destinations upon the wee soles of the newborn’s feet
before pausing and puffing the other half into the child’s pitter-pattering heart. “This,” she whispered, “is Wanderlust – the seed of your desire to travel…
“From this day forth, you will heed its call when you feel the tickle in your toes or hear the whisper within your heart that beckons you to strike out on a new adventure.”
Where did you end up the last time the Wanderlust fairy paid a visit?
Safe Travels on your next adventure!