Peregrinate


Peregrinate (v.) – Origin: Latin – Definition: Travel or wander around from place to place.

To be free to wander and wonder.  What I see when I wonder and wander. I am me when I’m wonderfully wandering. Oftentimes wandering only in the world inside my head. Exploring moments overlooked and turning them into moments I can revisit.  Revisiting them and wondering why I didn’t enjoy them as much during the first visit. 

“Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!”  

“You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
Any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.”

And when things start to happen,
Don’t worry. Don’t stew.
Just go right along.
You’ll start happening too.

“She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. ‘Time’ for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.”
― Roman Payne

OH!
THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!

You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers
Who soar to high heights.

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.
You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you’ll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’ t
Because, sometimes, you won’t.

“The Wanderer

What is she like?
I was told—
she is a
melancholy soul.

She is like
the sun to the night;
a momentary gold.

A star when dimmed
by dawning light;
the flicker of
a candle blown.

A lonely kite
lost in flight—
someone once
had flown.”
― Lang Leav

Bridge Tokyo, Japan

You’ll get mixed up, of course,
As you already know.
You’ll get mixed up
With many strange birds as you go.

So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
And remember that Life’s
A Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)

No one can live without relationship. You may withdraw into the mountains, become a monk, a sannyasi, wander off into the desert by yourself, but you are related. You cannot escape from that absolute fact. You cannot exist in isolation. Jiddu Krishnamurti

delta orinoco, Venezueal

 

I’ll never stop wandering. And when the time comes to die, I’ll find the wildest, loneliest, most desolate spot there is.
— Everett Ruess

 

 

KID, YOU’LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

Be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
Or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea,
You’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.

So…

“The best teachers have showed me that things have to be done bit by bit. Nothing that means anything happens quickly–we only think it does. The motion of drawing back a bow and sending an arrow straight into a target takes only a split second, but it is a skill many years in the making. So it is with a life, anyone’s life. I may list things that might be described as my accomplishments in these few pages, but they are only shadows of the larger truth, fragments separated from the whole cycle of becoming. And if I can tell an old-time story now about a man who is walking about, waudjoset ndatlokugan, a forest lodge man, alesakamigwi udlagwedewugan, it is because I spent many years walking about myself, listening to voices that came not just from the people but from animals and trees and stones.”
― Joseph Bruchac

… get on your way! – Dr. Suess

wanderlings:  Nicolas; Erica; Pat; Brody; Mayank; Friderikeheuer; Aimee; Adam; Melanie; Dan; Leo; Mariah: Jenna; Emily;Trinity; Jocelyn; LukeMason; Ben; locksley; Liam; Michael; Seth

Eudaimonia


Eudaimonia (noun) Origin: Greek | U·de·‘mOn·E·a  The contented happy state you feel when you travel.

“It isn’t what you have or who you are or where you are or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about it.”
― Dale Carnegie

When I travel, I am able to stop thinking about myself. I am able to remove myself from the daily grind.  All thoughts of work, stress, anxiety, irritations, etc. fly out the window.

I feel happy walking anonymously through cities and the countryside.  Watching people, talking to strangers, viewing normal folks doing normal things. 

“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.” –Mark Twain

I love imagining what they are thinking and how they got to where they are.  I love even more the realization that no matter where I am, I am no different than the people I meet are in regards to the basics of life.  

My to-do list for today:
– Count my blessings
– Practice kindness
– Let go of what I can’t control
– Listen to my heart
– Be productive yet calm
– Just breathe

These things make me happy.  These things put everything in my world back into perspective and help me balance myself. I let go of my expectations on others, but even more importantly, I let go of the expectations I have put upon myself.  Traveling is how I learn to breathe again.

“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.” – Anthony Bourdain

contented travelers: tgeriatrix; salwa; aletta; sustainabilitea; sue; chris; rarasaur; nancy; woollymuses; david; coreen; cauldrons

Coddiwomple


Coddiwomple (v.) – Origin: English Slang Word – Definition: To travel in a purposeful manner towards a vague destination.

Tsunami Sam

This is possibly and probably the most accurate word that describes my travels through life.  I have coddiwompled my way through every path I have taken.  I seldom look back.  Even seldomer look back with regret.  There is nothing I can do to change or mend the past and so it is a constant and purposeful march forward.

I have been accused of running from situations.   This is a lie or a bit of confusion on the part of the observers.  I never run from, I always run to.. to sun, smiles, laughter, stronger than me people, change, life, experiences, expressions, desires, beauty, music, dreams.  I do it with intent, with purpose, with hope.

It is true that I often do not know exactly where I am going or where I will end up.  I just know that standing still equals never ending up anywhere. Constantly moving towards things does not necessarily mean moving entirely from where you are standing, it simply means moving mentally and sometimes physically towards these vague destinations.

And WOW… the places these marches have taken me!.

I keep traveling towards things because there is no other option for me.  I’m at a point in my life where I will be making some very heavy decisions about how I want to continue coddiwomping through the rest of my days.  Do I want to plant my feet solidly in one place to allow deep roots to form again, or do I want to keep physically moving around.

I’m not bothered by vagueness. Vagueness, to me, means possibilities.  One day I will be less able to physically and forcefully march towards those crazy dreams and vague promises of excitement and adventure.  So until then, I will coddiwomple, burn, rage, dream, cry, dance, and blaze towards ……

royal throne

………….  I guess we will just have to wait and see!

Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas – 1914-1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Other Coddiwomplers: RV; HC; Sheri; John; Robert; Rick; M&M; BristolMum; TWS; 1K2: noble; Kathleen; C2D

Ecophobia


Ecophobia (noun) Origin: English/Ancient Greek | A fear or dislike of one’s home.

— and so you leave, to find where home is for you. *wink*

This word is based from Ancient Greek in whick ‘eco’ is derived from oîkos or “house”, and then of course ‘phobia’ from phóbos or “fear”.

I do not fear or dislike my home.  I have loved every home I have ever lived in.  My fear is that I may not ever find just one home I prefer over another.

“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other places, other lives, other souls.” – Anais Nin

My dislike is related to not being content to reside in just one place.  One place forever scares me.

“The gladdest moment in human life, methinks, is a departure into unknown lands.” – Sir Richard Burton

Every time I look out my window I see possibilities.  Every time I walk down new streets, I feel reborn.  Even when I am homesick and I go back to my home town, I end up missing .. the feeling of missing my home.

“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.” – Anthony Bourdain

“I am not the same, having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.” – Mary Anne Radmacher

The world: Salwa; Debbie; Ben; Isaac; Jackson; Peopletrip; bereaved; tgeriatrix; woollymuses; Amy; Tina; restlessJo; Kritika

Sehnsucht


Sehnsucht: (noun) Origin: German |An intense yearning for something far-off and indefinable.

ETYMOLOGY: From German words sehnen (to long) and Sucht (anxiety; sickness; addiction).

“There is a German word, Sehnsucht, which has no English equivalent; it means ‘the longing for something’. It has Romantic and mystical connotations; C.S. Lewis defined it as the ‘inconsolable longing’ in the human heart for ‘we know not what’. It seems rather German to be able to specify the unspecifiable. The longing for something – or, in our case, for someone.”
― Julian Barnes

“The greatest forces lie in the region of the uncomprehended.”
― George MacDonald

“Who then is to judge what is good, true, and beautiful? You are. Plato says it is the soul: the proper dimensions and proportions are already stored in our minds, and when we recognize the good, true, and beautiful– how is it that we do it? It is by anamnesis, the act of recalling what we have seen somewhere before. You must have received an impression of what is right somewhere else, because you recognize it instantly; you don’t have to have it analyzed; you don’t have to say, “That is beautiful,” or “That is ugly”; you welcome it as an old acquaintance. We recognize what is lovely because we have seen it somewhere else, and as we walk through the world, we are constantly on the watch for it with a kind of nostalgia, so that when we see an object or a person that pleases us, it is like recognizing an old friend.”
― Hugh Nibley

Amazing imagery:  Liz; Rotherbaron; Pawlo; woowee; soylani; olwen; johanna; schrati; Luwian; Jamiet