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If you take the roads through the forest, your soul will slowly wither.

If you cut through the forest, the forest will cut you back.

But to wander is to move through the natural pathways of the forest, to travel through its veins and follow its breathing.


The Wanderer is a queer fairy-folk tale audio drama, about being separated from the people we love to keep them safe.

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T.H. Ponders

Creator, Writer, Producer, Voice of The Wanderer

T.H. Ponders (they/them) is the creator of the award-winning art history and museum experience podcast Accession and audio sci-fi restaurant comedy Mars' Best Brisket. They were a 2020 Sarah Award Winner for Excellence in Audio Fiction. They live in Boston, Massachusetts.

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Jordan Stillman

Producer

Jordan Stillman (she/her) is a Boston-based writer, editor, producer, and actor. She's a producer of The Ordinary Epic and The Wanderer, a co-organizer of PodTales and the Massachusetts Independent Comics Expo, and has lent her voice to the podcasts Take the Mass Pike and Act Natural. She enjoys hot cups of tea, cats, and singing loudly.

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Jeanette Berry

Voice of The Forest

Jeanette Berry (they/them) is a singer, songwriter, educator, composer, and content creator navigating the Music and Art world in NYC. Listen to their EP, Solivagant, on all streaming platforms (Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube) and their website.

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Adam Qutaishat

Voice of Andrew

Adam Qutaishat (any pronouns) is a multiracial actor, director, designer, teacher, writer, composer, and advocate working throughout the Midwest. Theatre highlights include work with Next Act Theatre, Skylight Music Theatre, Milwaukee Opera Theatre, Milwaukee Chamber Theatre, Renaissance Theaterworks, Playwrights' Center, and Music Theatre of Madison. Adam also writes, produces, performs in, and directs radio plays podcasts including WAIP, The All-Arcadians, The All-ArcaD&Dians, SHH, Athlos, and Vigil. Adam serves as Associate Artistic Director for Music Theatre of Madison and as an Artistic Associate for All In Productions.

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V Silverman

Artist

V (they/them) is a nonbinary graphic artist and podcast enthusiast hailing from NYC (at the moment.) In their spare time, V professionally plays Dungeons and Dragons, makes bite-sized digital art about gender, and prods Ponders into producing more podcasts. You can hire V to make art for you on their website, check out their now-defunct podcast Fuzzy Logic, buy their stickers on their Etsy Shop, or follow their visual exploration of gender on Instagram.

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Olivia Li

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Olivia Li (she/her) is a cartoonist and multidisciplinary artist living in New York City. She draws a lot of magical queer stories, and her body of work focuses mostly on mental health, introspection, and coming-of-age. Her favorite hobby is saving pictures of other people’s cats to her phone.

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Call of the Wander (Season 1, Trailer 1)

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The Wanderer: You start with your own breathing. Match the rhythm of the breeze that carves the canopy, the birds and bugs chirping in set intervals, feel the subtle pulse rising up from the ground beneath you. To wander is to dance with the forest; but the forest isn’t just the partner, it is the music, it is the style, it is the rhythm, it is the ancient steps and movements that have only been passed down from one dancer to another. She teaches you to dance the dance she invented, to the music she’s singing, in a tonal system she thought up one night as it pleased her. You breathe, and you listen, and you wait for your place, your first step, the call to...

The Forest: WANDER!

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Credits

Written and performed by T.H. Ponders. The Voice of the Forest is Jeanette Berry. Produced by T.H. Ponders and Jordan Stillman.


The Wanderer (Season 1, Trailer 2)

Transcript

The Wanderer: I think you should know something before we continue. I am not the hero of this story. In fact this story doesn’t have a hero. I'm not going to save anyone here, least of all myself. But I’ve made a deal with the forest. I've agreed to wander; to wander as long as I can, to wander as long as the forest wishes. I don't completely understand what she wants with me, but I wander because it's the only way I have to keep the person I love most safe. I wander because it’s the only way I’ll get him back. It's the least I can do. It’s the only thing I can do.

Ponders: The Wanderer premiers May 3rd, 2021. Listen to the show at callofthewander.com.

Credits

Written and performed by T.H. Ponders. Produced by Jordan Stillman and T.H. Ponders.

Prelude- Three Paths

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Show Notes

While sitting around a fire, The Wanderer tells of the three ways of traversing the forest- taking the cuts, or the roads and paths, bushwacking, and the oldest way- Wandering.

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Written and performed by T.H. Ponders.
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Transcript

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PONDERS
This episode of The Wanderer was produced on the stolen lands of the Massachusett and Catawba peoples. If you enjoy today's episode, consider joining us in making a donation to Land is Life, an Indigenous led non-profit, working to support the rights, self determination, and participation in policy making of Indigenous people all around the world. You can make a donation today by visiting landislife.org/donate, or by clicking on the link in the show notes. Thank you.

The Wanderer is made possible by the generous support of all our incredible patrons. Recently I ran into fellow bard Charles Gustine, seeking out ancient churches and temples to study their icons, and the brave Sir Jeff of Dreason, in search of a seat at the court of the Great kingdom of Boston. Thank you to all these wonderful patrons, as well as Kristin Tallis, Morgan Ainsley, James Oliva and Hallie Casey. If you’d like to help support independent storytelling and hear your name before each episode, visit patreon.com/pondersproductions and join us today.

A fire crackling. Night birds chirping.

THE WANDERER
Those that travel through the forest know that there are three types of path you can follow. The first are the trails, the roads, the cuts that have scarred over, etched along the forest floor to make traversal easy. I’ve nothing against those who take the roads; if it’s getting where you’re going and not the going itself... so be it. At least they aren't the ones doing the cutting, don’t cause more damage in their going about.

Louder snap from the fire.

THE WANDERER
I could spend my time being upset at the initial cutters, but there's not much point. They’re long gone.

No, the distinction of the smallest sliver of my disquiet belongs to the group who takes the second path. The bushwhackers, or the “one man cutters,” as the old ones called them. Sometimes it's about getting to the end faster, other times it's about seeing more of the scenery, and still yet are those who think this way is braver, the more adventurous route. They think they’re so… special, forging their own path, pioneering, discovering the undiscovered. There’s nothing undiscovered out here. Maybe undiscovered by them, but the provision of having been perceived by a man means very little to the forest.

Owl hooting. Fire continues to crackle.

THE WANDERER
The old ones called it a one man cut because it’s just that. Sure they don't take down any trees or pack the dirt so tight the weeds can’t even grow. But they leave behind a trail of broken twigs and trampled fauna. And a cut is a cut is a cut. You’d think a beauty as big as the forest wouldn’t mind a little cut, and really she’s fine, but she can’t make a habit of letting cuts go unpunished, else there’d be no more forest. It's one thing to take the old scarred over roads, but cut the forest fresh and the forest will cut you back.

Snaps of the crackling fire.

THE WANDERER
So, how then is a man supposed to travel through the forest? I’ll tell you. The third path. The hardest to traverse, or so they say. How would they know? As best I can tell I’m the only one who does it any more. I’m probably the only one who's done it in hundreds of years. The problem with the roads and the bushwhacks is that they stem from the idea that traversal of the forest is a uniquely human endeavor. And that only man knows best how to get through the forest. As if there weren’t many creatures here before us, as if there weren’t other men here before us, as if the forest hadn't already provided the perfect paths. These paths are as old as the forest herself, and as new as the winds and rains that ever bend them. They are the arteries, the airways, the means by which the forest takes her deep, long breaths. Without these paths there would be no forest at all. And when you’re keen, when you learn to hear the forest breath, you can follow those paths. And moving along one… it’s like flying. Not a branch cracks, not a flower is trampled. Your feet barely touch the forest floor.

Owl hooting. Fire crackling.

THE WANDERER
To the townsfolk and travelers, they’re whispers and legends, stories told once long ago ‘round a crackling campfire, fairytales they heard as children that helped let them dream sweet and safe. But the old ones had a name for these paths: the wanders. Which makes me the last of the Wanderers. It’s not a name that I wear with any sort of distinction or honor. I take no pride in it. I mention it only so you understand why I go for very long stretches without ever seeing another soul.

Louder snap from the fire.

THE WANDERER
Of course, the wander isn’t easy. All things in the forest are balanced.

The slow beginning of quiet guitar, plucking out a sweet melody in the background.

THE WANDERER
Traveling the roads will wear a person down in a specific way. There's only so long you can move through a scar without having to pay by part of your soul, but you’ll get where you’re going with relative ease. The bushwhack is hard in the way that anyone who decides to follow their ego will eventually find themselves in a trap built of their own hubris. The Wander is easiest on the limbs, the most natural, but harder on the mind. You don’t really belong in the veins of a forest, and the forest knows it. Along the wander you’re tested, tested for what you are and tested for what you are not. They’re not easy tests either.

The guitar stops. Fire crackling. Crickets chirping. Owl hooting.

THE WANDERER
But… I think you should know something before we continue. I am not the hero of this story. In fact this story doesn’t have a hero. This story has a wanderer, a wanderer who will be tested, who will pass, who will fail, who will be left to wonder if they passed or failed or if they were ever really tested at all. I'm not going to save anyone here, least of all myself. But I’ve made a deal with the forest. I've agreed to wander: to wander as long as I can, as long as the forest wants. I don't completely understand what she wants with me, but I wander because it's the only way I have to keep the person I love most safe. I wander because it’s the only way I’m gonna get him back. It’s the least I can do. It’s the only thing I can do.

Fire crackling. A strum of the guitar, and the Wanderer begins to sing.

THE WANDERER (singing)

If I tried to go,
where the trees are cut low,
the path wouldn’t lead me to you.

If I tried to go,
cut a trail of my own,
the path wouldn’t lead me to you.

So I wander, I wander,
I wander my way to you.

So I wander, I wander,
I wander my way to you.

At the long road’s end,
there is just another bend,
the road never leads me to you.

What is cut you cannot mend,
when you meet the forest’s end,
the forest will just keep me from you.

So I wander, I wander,
I wander my way to you.

So I wander, I wander,
I wander my way to you.

When you choose the ease of road,
the toll is your soul,
and the toll will keep me from you.

When you cut, the greater toll,
the forest eats you whole,
and there will be no me to lead to you.

So I wander, I wander,
I wander my way to you.

So I wander, I wander,
I wander my way to you.

The music swells and continues on.

JORDAN
The Wanderer is written and sound designed by T.H. Ponders. Produced by Jordan Stillman. Show art and design is by V Silverman. Additional art by Olivia Li.

Transcripts and full credits for each episode are available at callofthewander.com.

Ad sales and marketing support by Fable and Folly. If you’re interested in advertising with us, please email contact@callofthewander.com.

Our special thanks goes out to Sean Howard, Russ More, Christina Orlando, Elka Carl, Jeff Van Dreason, and Chad Ellis.

If you’d like to help us make more episodes of The Wanderer, and support independent storytelling, head on over to patreon.com/pondersproductions today. You’ll get to hear each episode a week early, get bonus episodes and features, and, when we reach 50 patrons (which we’re really close to!) we’re going to create a Patron only Discord! You get all of that for as little as $1 a month—but trust us when we say that dollar isn’t little to us. With that dollar you’re telling us, and the world, that you love The Wanderer and you support independent storytelling! Again, head over to patreon.com/pondersproductions to make a donation today!

Don’t forget to follow The Wanderer on Twitter and Instagram @callofthewander. That’s where we post inspiring quotes, scenic vistas, and the latest goings on about the show, like Spotify playlists for each episode and behind the scenes photos! That’s @callofthewander on Instagram and Twitter! (Or check out the links in the show notes!)

Bob has been getting hope from their weekly Star Wars book group that’s brought him closer to friends, and twiglets are great to eat on Twitter is looking forward to seeing family she hasn’t seen in over a year.

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Please stay safe, and thank you for wandering with us.


Chapter 1- The Morning

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Show Notes

The Wanderer confronts his devil as he tries to get started in the morning. Sometimes it’s easy to catch the wander. Sometimes it's his greatest challenge.

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Credits

Written and performed by T.H. Ponders.
The Voice of the Forest is Jeanette Berry.
Produced by T.H. Ponders and Jordan Stillman.
View the full credits for the show.

Transcript

Our transcript is available below, or in this Read Only Google Document, or through the Closed Captioning on the episodes YouTube Video.


Ponders
This episode of The Wanderer was produced on the stolen lands of the Massachusett and Catawba peoples. If you enjoy today's episode, consider joining us in making a donation to Land is Life, an Indigenous led non-profit, working to support the rights, self determination, and participation in policy making of Indigenous people all around the world. You can make a donation today by visiting landislife.org/donate, or by clicking on the link in the show notes. Thank you.

The Wanderer is made possible by the generous support of all our incredible patrons. I heard a rumor that the brave knight Hallie Cassey found the sword in the lake that they needed to fulfil their destiny. And Friar James Oliva was out picking mushrooms for his frequent church potluck suppers—though I think he may have picked some psychedelics on accident... Thank you to all these wonderful patrons, as well as Charles Gustine, Jeff Van Dreason, Kristin Tallis, and Morgan Ainsley. If you’d like to help support independent storytelling and hear your name before each episode, visit patreon.com/pondersproductions and join us today.

A whistling gust of wind. A soft bird call. Faint fire crackling sounds.

THE WANDERER
There are few things more beautiful than the forest at the very moment when morning begins. Andrew is one of them. I’m pressed to think of any others.

After the darkness comes a short window of grey, the time when the faeries coat the leaves with their morning dew.

The perfect time to stretch.

Audibly stretches.

THE WANDERER
To wash the face.

Water pouring.

THE WANDERER
To warm up some water for the morning cup on the dwindling flames of last night's fire. You couldn’t speak above a hushed tone if you tried. And then… the magic.

Guitar plays gently.

THE WANDERER
The first beams of light trace over the edge of the horizon, just dipping the tip tops of every tree in an orange glow. Slowly the light drips down from the canopy to the floor below, blessing everything it touches with the promise of being. The air, having had a night to lie still, is crisp and fresh, like a glass of clean water for the lungs.

A gust of air.

THE WANDERER
And the forest takes in a deep breath, as if to say, “Let the Wander begin.”

Birds chirping.

THE WANDERER
But of course, that’s also the downside of the morning. Well… not a downside of the morning, as much as it is a downside of… me. Morning is always the first trial. When you wander, you move with the sun and the rhythm of the forest, none of which is under your control, or works with whatever schedule your mind has decided to keep. There's only a small window after the first moments of morning where the forest will let you in. Sometimes it’s a whole minute, other times it’s mere seconds—but if you miss it, you’ll spend the day right where the last Wander left you. I’m ashamed to say that I’ve spent more than one night in the exact same spot. Not because I’m not good at catching the Wander but…

Melancholy guitar plays.

It always starts the same way. You’ve been on a streak. Maybe you’ve wandered every day for a week. And then one morning you miss it. Not for any reason in particular. It’s not a matter of skill or timing or listening more carefully. You just miss it. And that’s that. It wasn't actually a failure, but now you have nothing but time—time and a mind that won't stop thinking about it as if it was a failure. So you spend the day tending to the fire and your doubts. But before you sleep you tell yourself it’ll be different in the morning. You’ll catch it this time.

But those grey moments before the sunrise turn against you. As the rest of the forest begins to stretch out your mind turns in on itself.

THE DEVIL
Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. What if you just can’t catch the Wander here? What if you’re never able to catch the Wander again, and you’re stuck beneath this tree, alone, for the rest of your miserable life? Alone. Alone. Alone.

THE WANDERER
We’ll… get back to him. The point is the moment of doubt.

Hopeful guitar. A gust of wind. Forest sounds, chirping.

THE WANDERER
Not even morning's first light and its promise of being can clear it up. And you go to catch the Wander and… miss. Again.

Guitar fades away.

THE WANDERER
Day two under the same tree, with only a little of the wood you’ve collected on your last Wander to carry you through. And now you’re not sure how long you’ll be stuck here. So you don’t eat. You don’t drink. You can’t waste the resources the forest gives and you can’t take what the forest does not offer on the Wander. To do so is to cut, a fate worse than being stuck. And so you wait.

At night your mind turns and turns. Your stomach is hollow, the perfect echo chamber for your anxieties. Eventually you do fall asleep, but when the grey comes again in the morning…

THE DEVIL
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Is it even worth trying? Are you even worth it? What makes you think he wants you to find him? Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.

THE WANDERER
This goes on for a few days, sometimes a week, never in any sort of recognizable pattern, until one morning you wake up, and before you even realize what has happened, you’re in the Wander again.

Confident footsteps, moving swiftly. Birds chirping. A swell of music.

THE WANDERER
Moving through the forest like you’d never stopped. You have some really good days, where the wander carries you deep into the night, and you feel like you’ve made a lot of progress. But that's… that's when the Devil is at his strongest…

THE DEVIL
Sunrise. Sunset. Sunrise. Sunset. Sunrise. Sunset. How many more have you got left? What if tomorrow you lose the Wander? What if you’re not actually getting any closer? What if the forest never brings you to him? What if you’ve just been damned to do this forever? Sunrise. Sunset. Sunrise. Sunset. Sunrise. Sunset.

THE WANDERER
I’ve told you that the forest gives all who wander challenges to face. This… is not one of them. This is my own challenge. My own mind turned against itself. My doubt. I know that everyone has their own Devil, but there's something special about mine; not unique, but special. I did something, something I daren’t speak of. I made a mistake. And that voice bowed down to the pool that forms from the carcass of a mistake and drank. Drank until it was as powerful and as full as the rest of my mind. Drank until I couldn’t go a day without hearing it.

As best I can tell this isn’t the way a mind is supposed to work. He is a problem, an illness. But, alas, one my magic seems to be powerless to heal.

Discordant guitar strumming and humming.

THE WANDERER
When I need to stem a body’s bleeding, or set a bone, I pull out my guitar and blend my song with its vibrations into healing bands that bind and make whole. I’ve… I tried once. I had to make a song from scratch. I found it soothing. Like a cool, damp cloth on a burn. But no healing. Not yet.

I hope that maybe someday—when I’m done wandering, once I’ve found Andrew and we’ve gotten out of this forest—maybe that will be the thing that will finally drain his power. Or maybe I’ll need to go in search of someone who can teach me a new song. To be honest, I try not to think too hard about what that’s going to look like. He’s an illness, a problem. But a problem I can live with. I can get from day to day and… he only sometimes hinders my wandering.

So long as I live with that mistake, I live with my Devil. Always a reminder of what I’ve done and who I’ve lost. Sometimes I think even after I’m not living with that mistake, he’ll still be there. And so, most of my day is spent hoping he doesn’t come around, or at least, hoping I can fend him off when he does.

THE DEVIL
Fend. Fend. Fend. Fend. Fend. You think you can fend me off? I am always here, always by your side, ‘till the bitter end. Fend. Fend. Fend.

THE WANDERER
I try not to think on it too much. And… I try not to speak out loud to you. Would you please return to my mind?

THE DEVIL
Mind. Mind. Isn’t this all just in your mind? Isn’t the shadow just a series of shadows you perceive? Isn’t my voice just a thing you hear? Are you even here, or are you all just in your mind? Mind. Mind.

THE WANDERER
Ah, you’ve gone metaphysical. You haven’t actually got any grip on me. That’s always your last-ditch resort and the easiest to get by.

THE DEVIL
Last. Last. Last. Last. How long do you think this little streak of yours will last? It’s been a couple of good days now. Can’t you feel that pendulum on the edge of its swing, just about to break and send you sailing right back into my arms, like last time, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that…?

THE WANDERER
No. No, no, no. Not today. Not this morning. I slept well. I can feel the forest ready to take its first breath. I’ll catch it today and there is nothing you can say to hold me back.

A sharp bird chirping.

THE WANDERER
And sometimes that's it. Sometimes I stand my ground and he disappears, without a fight. I’ve gotten… better at dealing with the Devil in the morning. There are little things I can do, so long as it’s not one of those days where I just miss the Wander, that let me hold him back. I’m better off if I start my morning with a couple sips of cool water. I’m better off if I can eat a small nibble and stretch out my limbs. And most of all, I’m better off if I can see all of my goals ahead of me, if I can think about the process. Water, food, stretch, breathe, prepare, listen, catch the Wander, Wander, Wander, Wander, find the place where the Forest wants me to rest, eat the food the Forest has given to me, build a fire with the kindling I’ve collected, sing myself to sleep, wake up, repeat, water food stretch breathe, listen, Wander, rest, wake up, water food stretch breathe, Wander, rest, wake up, water food stretch breathe, Wander, rest, wake, Wander, wake, Wander, wake, Wander, and eventually, Andrew. Like a song all its own I see the path before me, and I see what lies at the end. If I can focus on that, if I can hold onto that, the Devil tends to be… manageable.

Of course, the forest doesn’t let you stick to such a song. It wants to throw in its own verse, and the Devil feeds off that in turn. But the morning isn’t The Forest’s challenge. It’s mine.

Birds chirping.

THE WANDERER
You start with your own breathing. Match the rhythm of the breeze that carves the canopy, the birds and bugs chirping in set intervals, feel the subtle pulse rising up from the ground beneath you. To wander is to dance with the Forest; but the Forest isn’t just the partner, she is the music, she is the style, she is the rhythm, she is the ancient steps and movements that have only been passed down from one dancer to another. She teaches you to dance the dance she invented, to the music she’s singing, in a tonal system she thought up one night as it pleased her. You breathe, and you listen, and you wait for your place, your first step, the call to…

FOREST
WANDER!

Guitar and melody pick up and swell.

THE WANDERER (singing)

Morning Glory
Painter of the east
Morning Glory
Guide our lives to peace

Morning Glory
Sparrow singing true
Morning Glory
Show us what to do

Morning Glory
Air crisp and sweet
Morning Glory
Born of night’s defeat

Morning Glory
Teach us to forgive
Morning Glory
Guide us how to live

Morning Glory
Sparrow singing true
Morning Glory
Show us what to do

Morning Glory
Painter of the east
Morning Glory
Guide our lives to peace
Guide our lives to peace

Gust of wind and increased tempo of the music.

JORDAN
The Voice of The Wanderer is T.H. Ponders. The Voice of The Forest is Jeanette Berry. The Wanderer is written and sound designed by T.H. Ponders. Produced by Jordan Stillman. Show art and design is by V Silverman. Additional art by Olivia Li.

Transcripts and full credits for each episode are available at callofthewander.com.

Ad sales and marketing support by Fable and Folly. If you’re interested in advertising with us, please email contact@callofthewander.com.

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Lauren says the thing that is giving her hope right now has been her sister, who she has developed an even deeper friendship with over the last year, and Jeff says it’s his daughter’s curiosity and bright approach to the world.

We want to hear what’s giving you hope right now. Head over to Apple Podcasts or Podchaser, and leave a review! Tell us what gives you hope and we may just read it out on the show!

Please stay safe, and thank you for wandering with us.

Music continues.