Greetings sfø, and thank you all for welcoming me in your house.

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I am a wayfarer. Let me introduce you to my companions.

My name is relet. This name has accompanied me for some years now, and we found a liking to each other. It enjoys the various pronunciations and meanings it receives, but to get to understand it, you might have to disjoin it.

They say that one canoe alone cannot travel all the rivers that are your dreams. During my wanderings I soon realized that this is all too true. These may just be the ones that have carried me farthest, but I will always remember that each one has carried me a bit closer to the destination that never will be.



There is the canoe that carries me on long distances. It is sleek and fast all the while its endurance and pace are almost meditative.

There is the canoe that carries me through the city. It is agile and capricious and will never ever carry you on the shortest way to your goal.

There is the most reliable canoe that I have. It is sturdy and well-tempered. Even when burdened, it will not slow nor complain.

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I am a wayfarer. I have been welcomed by many a tribe, and parted ways with others. The few minds that have got used to my flighty presence, I call a family. They know that I will return with the tide, or the wind, or the next season.



There is the tribe of geohashers. Seekers as I am, of randomness, with keen eyes for the unforeseen and the new. That which captures your mind in nature and the city and the things that do not belong to either. They travel without destination, they act without reason, and they play frisbee in the forest.

There is the tribe of longboarders. Some seek the limits of their control, some the beauty of motion. Some, like me, seek the oneness of mind and body during their travels. And they all are a bit too much in love with their canoes.


My family are the ones I return to. There is lyx and audrey. There was mone, but she has travelled where I do not want to follow her yet.

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I am a wayfarer. The mountains do not follow me around. One river carries me to the next. The forests that surround me change every day. Yet their faces bear features that I will recognize every instant. Features that make me feel at home wherever I am.



That is the incline of the ground below my feet. It defines the directions and the speed of my travels, but not if I want to follow or fight it.

That is the fortitude of the tree that carries my weight. With equanimity, as it knows that I am just a passing tug on its skin.

That is the taste of the weather. It reminds me to prepare, but not to expect. That change is the only constant.

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I am a wayfarer. Thank you for providing me shelter.