A Sense of Place

I have posted a comment by Bob Knox. He commented on a post about the pull of the Never-Never, a place of uncertain description that is most likely rooted deep within cultural memory.  Thanks Bob for nailing that “feeling” of a sense of place.

I’m pulled toward something I call “the other place.” I think it’s the place that you (I, we, people, writers) write from. I don’t think it’s a physical geography. When I was young I lived some years close to big forested areas in western Massachusetts. You could walk in the woods all day and not see anybody. It was a good setting for your mind to run private little dramas, make up stories, replay the scenes that did not play well in reality, and let the spell of very old landscapes, trees mostly, take over your thoughts. In recent years, when we moved to a quiet neighborhood in a city, I planted a perennial garden primarily in order to spend lots of time in the company of plants. It’s not the same thing as walking in the forest, but sometimes I think of it as “the other place.”

And for some, Bob, it’s the desert, or the Australian outback, the Never-Never, from whence one can never-never leave.   Its silence and space stays rooted forever within my memory.  Kaye

Kaye LindenA Sense of Place

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