A Sense of Place

Moon Setting

Hearing the laughter of children; seeing wildlife in the backyard; digging dirt turned to soil by one’s hands; feeling a breeze, getting frostbite, dancing in the rain, watering a garden with our own sweat.

They make a place if we are lucky enough to understand.

Among the lakes, creeks, forests, farms, cemeteries and subdivisions there is something. Something imperceptible but there.

To know it is a sense of place. It is not natural but has its rewards.

Hearing the laughter of children; seeing wildlife in the backyard; digging dirt turned to soil by one’s hands; feeling a breeze, getting frostbite, dancing in the rain, watering a garden with our own sweat.

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2 Responses to A Sense of Place

  1. This really got me thinking…

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  2. Wrapped in a full sensory jacket
    between winter and summer
    where else than here?

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