saunterings | essays, poems, and remarks, all lost with a purpose
hi there, name’s Phil. I’m a writer, or try to be, and herein is a collection of notes, essays, poems, or, more than anything, just a little stroll through life.
The verb, to saunter, usually connotes a slow stroll. But it’s a holy kind of stroll: its origins deriving from French pilgrimages to the “holy land,” or “a la sainte terre,” during the Middle ages. I’m trying to walk the hard walk of facing the self and asking how we fit into the bigger picture as we make that journey together.
The nonsense I’ve jotted out is personal, mostly stream-of-consciousness; it’s for me. But I’m happy to have others join in to dialogue.
I began this little writing experiment living in Morocco, and I was required to place a statement on my blog that is still relevant, though I’ve edited the original slightly:
The contents and commentary found here are solely my own and do not reflect any positions of the organization(s) which I have associated myself with, past, present, or future.
Thank you and happy reading.