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What is your relationship with the place you live in? Do you ignore it, hate it, take it for granted? Or do you appreciate the place, work to maintain it?
When I met the man who became my husband, I felt that I had come home to myself, that I could be just who I was. I was loved for who I was. It was a precious experience that lasted twenty-five years. That feeling of coming home to myself has been given back to me in a different way.
I have fallen in love with the place I live in, again. More consciously this time, since I had a choice, an easy move out to the big city, a divorce of sorts. I chose to stay. Not that all my needs are met by this place, but does any relationship?
This place looks lush, lasciviously so. The energy of spring, youth, is shining through, although I know the dry face of summer, the wrinkled one of fall is just around the corner. I am soaking up the youthful green, there is a spring in my step. I forget about the time as my feet step on the trails and my hands dig in the nooks and crannies of her soil. I place seeds, I add humus, I re-arrange her weedy hairs and make her my most beautiful. I rest in her warmth on a hillside and feel embraced.
I give this place my attention. I support this place financially. I advocate to advance her existence, to secure the specialness of this place.
In return this place gives me the quiet I crave, the variation of weather, and landscape my restless mind can engage with, my body can tire itself into giddy exhaustion. I can find these things in other places where I travel, but none have given me the sense of coming “home” to myself as this one does.
Let the place you live in, court you, embrace you, and give you a feeling of home. It takes only a moment of sitting down on a stone, looking out over a rooftop, hearing a bird sing, feeling the rain on your head and saying YES, this is my place! It’s free to have and hold. If, by chance, you take that moment and find you canNOT say YES, do what it takes to get out of there, find another relationship, one you can call home.
Short as life is, you gotta love it.