Rebelle Society | June 13, 2018

I am the respite for those who saunter the globe. I am the sacred guardian waiting at the portal to welcome the saunterer with open arms.

Henry David Thoreau wrote that “sauntering, which is a word that is beautifully derived ‘from idle people who roved about the country, in the Middle Ages, and asked charity, under pretense of going a la SainteTerre,’ to the Holy Land, till the children exclaimed, “There goes a Sainte-Terrer,” a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander… 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.”

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