beautifully expressedseems like this could be the basis for one of your storiesthe name of my art blog came about from being in the wild, touched so deeply by the beauty that it brought me to my knees and i could only meet it with deep emotions and tears. yet as the days passed as i wandered out there, i learned to meet that beauty as a peer and then can beauty flow.
NZ is the basis for so many of my stories, even if it is just from the mood of the hills, or the witchery of the ocean. Writing DIFA has been odd, because the country there is so much more gentle. But even there, the haunted silence of old NZ places in that story too.Thank you kindly for your lovely comment :-)
Oh, what an epiphany! I understand this completely. What I long for is often not really home.
Suburbia is a cursed word for me. It reminds me of things and stuff and finding happiness in filling a shopping cart. I escaped that land. It's a blessing that I did. I think what I long for now and what I perceive as home is a simple sense of community and belonging.
It's always interesting how home is different for everyone. I look on in wonder and a little envy at those who find home in community. Perhaps it's because the community I would enjoy does not exist here, but home for me is not with other people. I've written before about the state of the wandering exile, for whom home is just beyond the edges of the map ... Anyway, it's true that suburbia can be about things and stuff. But I must also say that it can also be a place where children play in cul de sacs, and neighbours chat to each other, and peace is built mindfully. In some suburbs, anyway :-)
Wow - how gorgeous!
Thank you everyone for your kind comments, they are much appreciated.