"Some, however would derive the word from sans terre, without land or a home, which, therefore, in the good sense, will mean, having no particular home, but equally at home everywhere. For this is the secret of successful sauntering. He who sits in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all; but the saunterer, in the good sense, in no more a vagrant than the meandering river..."Thoreau wrote this in his essay "Walking." I feel drawn to this because sometimes I feel like I am wandering, but not necessarily sauntering. Walking, but without destination. I want to learn that secret.
Writing sometimes helps me figure things out. Maybe this will help and seeing it all will bring my thoughts together.
