Did you know that there is a branch of behavioral psychology, of philosophy, and of sociology, devoted to the study of “Being in Place”?
They ask questions about community, about landscape and belonging. What is it about a physical location that makes us say, “home”? That makes us feel, “here”?
These are the questions I’m asking these days. I don’t have the words to answer them yet. For now I have a handful of images, which make me feel something close to what it is I eventually want to say.
I woke up thinking about you this morning. Missing you in a very real way, like there was a space in my kitchen while I was boiling water for maté and unwrapping a thick piece of bread from its tinfoil, where it seemed you should be.
What is it about certain places that make us say ‘home’? Do you know? Do you think the places feel the same way about us when we arrive?
I like to live as if they do. As if those places that I sink into like home also come a little bit more alive with my exhale. Like every time we somehow shape around each other a little more like rivers and rocks and wind.
See you soon.
Question: How do you know when you are home?