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  • I found a word in a blog post this week that keeps rolling around in my mind: Flâner. The author described it this way:

    "There’s a French word, flâner, which is the best travel advice I could ever give. Flâner is hard to translate, something like 'to meander about with an eye for beauty, with the eyes of a poet.' It’s the art of strolling, the art of observation. It’s slowing down."

    Isn't that beautiful?

    I have a Francophone colleague at work, and I asked her if that's what the word really meant. (She also told me how to pronounce it, and I'm pretty sure I'm getting it wrong. But anyhow.)

    "Flâner," she said with some urgency, and gestured with her hands as if to hurry someone up. "It's a negative thing."

    I think what she meant was, whenever she heard that word in her family, growing up, it meant someone who was dawdling, taking too long. Someone who needed to get moving.

    I still like it, though. I hope it kind of describes me, and the things I see and share.



    Photo: Taken in October, 2011, in an abandoned orchard that has become part of a naturalized wooded area in London, Ontario.
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