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When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler's Journal of Staying Put When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler's Journal of Staying Put by Vivian Swift
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“Now is the time of fresh starts
This is the season that makes everything new.
There is a longstanding rumor that Spring is the time
of renewal, but that's only if you ignore the depressing
clutter and din of the season. All that flowering
and budding and birthing--- the messy youthfulness
of Spring actually verges on squalor. Spring is too busy,
too full of itself, too much like a 20-year-old to be the best time for reflection, re-grouping, and starting fresh.
For that you need December. You need to have lived
through the mindless biological imperatives of your life (to bud, and flower, and show off) before you can see that a landscape of new fallen snow is THE REAL YOU.
December has the clarity, the simplicity, and the silence you need for the best FRESH START of your life.”
Vivian Swift, When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler's Journal of Staying Put
“POOR MARCH
It is the HOMELIEST month of the year. Most of it is MUD, Every Imaginable Form of MUD, and what isn't MUD in March is ugly late-season SNOW falling onto the ground in filthy muddy heaps that look like PILES of DIRTY LAUNDRY.”
Vivian Swift, When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler's Journal of Staying Put
“Some days 'staying put' might feel the same as Going Nowhere.
Make a cup of tea, and wait for that feeling to pass.”
Vivian Swift, When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler's Journal of Staying Put
“The Blues
The Blahs
The Weary Dismals
Lost in Gloom
Woesome Me's
The Eternal 3 AM of the Soul.”
Vivian Swift, When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler's Journal of Staying Put
“The more things change, the more they stay the same.
And, that's a whole other story.”
Vivian Swift, When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler's Journal of Staying Put
“Celebrate my heart, at ease or on fire, in my usual featherbrained way.

Horace, Roman Poet
Ode I-6, 23 BCE”
Vivian Swift, When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler's Journal of Staying Put