Have you ever been somewhere and it just feels like home?
A place where you know each turn in the road and every different carve in the rocks. Where you recognise the shape of the trees and the line of the fences. A place that connects you to the Earth, that roots you down so strongly that you have to prise yourself away.
I have a place like that. It is part of my childhood. A place that holds fond memories. A place where I walked, ran, cried, laughed, sang, loved and lost, and yet where I feel so perfectly at home. It is a place of open-ness, of flowing rivers and high hills, of green grass and rocky outcrops.
It is somewhere where I am connected not by the people, but by the place itself. It is the trees that embrace me and the streams that welcome me. It is a meandering path that converses with me like an old friend. It feeds my soul with such a deep and diverse dialogue that I go on a journey each time I am there.
I return from this place each time refreshed and renewed, like a part of me has been soothed.
We all have these places. Some are childhood memories, some are new discoveries and some we may not have found yet.
What is it that makes these places so special to us? It seems that they sing the same tune as our soul, they resonate with us. Perhaps they remind us of a particular time in our lives.
Whatever it might be, it is to be savoured. Our deep sense of belonging to something is fostered in these places. To feel a connection to the Earth is an important part of our authenticity and sense of self.
Sometimes we visit these places in our minds, without even knowing it. They are places of refuge where we gather our strength and refuel. They are to be treasured.
Next time you feel that sense of belonging, savour it. Drink in the sights and sounds, the textures and the shapes. Draw it in your mind so you can conjure it up at a moment’s notice.
We all belong. We are all a part of something bigger.