Friday, April 07, 2017

Friday Ramble - Oscillate

This week's word doesn't turn up often in conversation, but I like the sound of it, and it has an interesting history, possibly going back to the Latin oscillum, meaning "small mouth".

In Georgics, the poet Virgil used oscillum to describe a small mask of Dionysus (or Bacchus) hanging in a sacred grove in the countryside and dancing about in the wind. From the original Latin noun, a verb arose in the same patrician language to describe something that moves back and forth like a pendulum, like a set of wind chimes, clothes on a line or a child's swing. Thence came the verb scillti, which describes the action of rotating from side to side. At the end of all our wordy explorations lies the noun oscillation, first seen in 1658, and its verb form oscillate, both words connoting swinging movement of some kind.

The word's origins are both mythic and intriguing. Seeing it in print, or hearing it spoken aloud, my thoughts wander off toward the carved wooden mask of a god, dangling from a tree in the ancient Roman countryside and swaying in the wind. Who would ever have guessed that vineyards and grapey Bacchanalian doings could be associated with the simple act of something swinging to and fro in the breeze?

Why such a word this morning and honor it with a Friday Ramble? The weather here has been erratic in the last week or so, swinging (or oscillating) wildly between snow and rain, icy cold and mild temperatures, brilliant sunlight and days of murky twilight. The situation will continue for a while longer, and both rain and snow are may be in the cards for the next week.

Now and then, there are pools of melt water in village streets, but mostly there are rags of white stuff and sneaky swaths of black ice, relics of the interval's wild "toing and froing" between one end of the weather pendulum's arc (or oscillation) and the other.  We call such sweeps "amplitudes", arising from the Latin amplitudo (or amplus), meaning large.  Thus, there is largeness, breadth and fullness at work in our tumultuous days, not merely mindless flapping (or oscillating) about with both winter boots and umbrella, and the camera of course.

And then there are the vibrant umbrellas blooming like peonies in the street outside our windows.  When I was a child, I had a favorite story about a big green umbrella that was carried away by the wind and went traveling, eventually seeing the whole wide world. Perhaps I will meet the perfect big green umbrella this year and do a little blooming of my own.


Pienosole said...

May that perfect green umbrella arrive at your doorstep! :-)

Mystic Meandering said...

Mary Poppins! :) LOL
And I see your lovely artsy photo, in the right margin under At Etsy, of someone holding an umbrella in the rain... One never knows these days where one will be blown!
Btw - we are sunny and 65 today...

Kay G. said...

When I was a kid, I made up a story of a stone being kicked around the world, seeing and enjoying everything! Also, I love your words above "every word a singing pebble". Where were you when I was thinking what to call my story of the traveling rock? :-)

sarah said...

Fascinating, and beautifully told as always.