saunterings | essays, poems, and remarks, all lost with a purpose
This little project is merely 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, even eager, to have others join in to dialogue. All I ask is for your patience and understanding: I’m not the same person I was when I started this project, my views have changed over time, and I do not have an editor beyond myself.
I began this little writing experiment some seventeen years ago and grew it into a full-fledged personal journal while living in Morocco in 2010. I was required at the time to place a statement online 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) and association(s) which I have belonged to, past, present, or future.
Thank you and happy reading.