Travelling with out placing the feet in distant lands will be such a journey.
Some journeys imply the fact of witnessing and living the experience as a whole, and they discover new lands that have their own flavors, color, sound and the touch of the ground. In thise journeys you want to be barefoot over the fresh and sometimes wet ground. For those kinds of travel is good to have a bag containing the essential things you will need for a trip into the wilds of someother place; a map (talk to the scholars in general, they know about such things here in Bree, Dale, Rohan, or I bet that even in Gondor); and the will to walk, explore or commit to certain experience. But there is also another kind of journey in which you won't need a bag to carry, or a map to help you realize where are you and to where you will like to go. And the will... that one you will need. This kind of static journey can be reaches, according to what I have seen, by two ways: herbalists or inner self.
When I was at Dale, an herbalist once gave me a remedy she have done with herbs and supposedly, those herbs will help me recover from an illness of the spirit. Suddenly I found myself in a very sad mood. I used to do things that are far from the behaviour I have now. I felt like my brain was going to burst on flames. The hermitt from the road to Dale and that herbalist did wonders on me; maybe in an involuntary way becouse I just heard them and drank some herb liquid. That is why I respect herbalists. Recently I have heard about one in Bree, her name is Ash and just good things about her I have been hearing.
The other way of traveling is much more dangerous. It is when you decide to travel to visit your own life, your own person. It is to dance according to a melody you didn't write only by yourself. The melody you dance is related with your experiences, dreams, time, persons. So mine is chaotic and still I have to dance according to it. It is said that is the inner self. The hermitt was very clear when he mentioned that. He also told me that to visit your inner self and travel that way without moving, you have to visit your deeper fears and fight them so you can travel just by closing your eyes.
But the hermitt didn´t mention how to deal with the fact that a very important part of your story one night appears to cover you from the drops of rain. I saw him when the moolight covered us and the wind sang a sad song. I witnessed his face when suddenly a lot of images fall into me and I even felt I stopped breathing for a moment, while waiting for a burst of disbelieve and happiness. But he is real. I could touch our past together and even his own shadow to have that encounter with the reality. All this was a journey itself. The bond we used to have is not broken I think, and I didn't know . But we both have our own story on the back. Now the discovery journey will begin...
