It’s interesting to me, but my immediate thought/response to this question is: “Right here, right now.”
I guess that is because as much as I love wandering/traveling (and I truly do), I truly love my life here in Madison with my family, friends, etc..
Maybe it’s because I’m in my 50’s and I had my kids late, but I can here the clock ticking in the background of my days and it all just seems so ephemeral…
Interesting thoughts on place. A creek separating our little farm from Joe Wolpert's played an important part in my childhood. I thought it would be wonderful to live on creek, and we are able to do that now. It is one of the main reasons we find it hard to think about leaving this house.
When I was growing up in a small Ft. Thomas, Ky. neighborhood, a friend and I, his name is Phil, would go behind his house where there was a creek running during the summer .We spent hours there walking up and down the stepping stones, creating names for each place along the way. Then take our shoes off, sit and dangle our feet in the cold water...and make up more stories. It was s magical time.
It’s interesting to me, but my immediate thought/response to this question is: “Right here, right now.”
I guess that is because as much as I love wandering/traveling (and I truly do), I truly love my life here in Madison with my family, friends, etc..
Maybe it’s because I’m in my 50’s and I had my kids late, but I can here the clock ticking in the background of my days and it all just seems so ephemeral…
I hear you, and what a sweet spot to be, in life and in the world. Thanks for your note!
Thank you for sharing, Jessica
Interesting thoughts on place. A creek separating our little farm from Joe Wolpert's played an important part in my childhood. I thought it would be wonderful to live on creek, and we are able to do that now. It is one of the main reasons we find it hard to think about leaving this house.
The creek behind your house is so special!!
Thanks for this thoughtful, meandering essay. I love the question and the feeling of groundedness in place. The hidden reality of deeper truths. 🙏
I appreciate your note - sometimes a meandering essay is the truest flow. Thank you 😊
Lovely, reflective thoughts that enrich me. Mom.
When I was growing up in a small Ft. Thomas, Ky. neighborhood, a friend and I, his name is Phil, would go behind his house where there was a creek running during the summer .We spent hours there walking up and down the stepping stones, creating names for each place along the way. Then take our shoes off, sit and dangle our feet in the cold water...and make up more stories. It was s magical time.