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peripatetic

Okay, I just found a new word and fell in love.  I often fall in love with new words, particularly ones that describe something I have struggled to frame into concept for years.  The word is peripatetic.  It means: 

Adjective:
Traveling from place to place, esp. working or based in various places for relatively short periods.
Noun:
A person who travels from place to place.

Hello!!!!  I have been calling myself a gypsy for years trying to describe the feeling of restlessness that  gnaws at the edges of things.  It comes like a breeze, changing directions and suddenly I need new scenery like I need water and food and shelter.  I fight this part of myself, trying to forge roots and content myself with sameness.  My younger brother, who is certainly a peripatetic, used to tell me that people are sailors or farmers.  Farmers plant their roots deep and grow where they are planted, where as sailors always long for the next horizon.  Sailor, gypsy, peripatetic.  The winds are blowing and I keep looking for anchor.

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Michelle said…
I love you my peripatetic sister!
February 13, 2012 at 10:18 AM
Karuna said…
Wow Owen's blog is really amazing!
i could just picture him as an amazing chef someday!!!!
have a wonderfilled valentines day!
<3
February 14, 2012 at 4:05 PM
robin said…
didn't you ever study aristotle and his methods of peripatetic teaching? it's right up your alley. he liked to take his students outside to learn and wander - he especially liked taking them to the things they were learning about. peripatetic learning/teaching. started with aristotle. experiential learning.

love you
r
February 18, 2012 at 7:12 AM
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