Memory is seductive.
The feeling of missing something. The feeling of being home, a sense of place. belonging. So deeply embedding in our DNA.
A time, a place. An energy, not a physical space. Yet the physical gives form to the energy; tangible, palpable, bodily..
Taste, smell, sound.,touch.
Wood, stone, plant, water.
Spring peepers. Gravel. Lilacs. Wind in the pines; the soft sound of a pinecone landing on a patch of pine needles. .And, being in the woods to hear it, And, staying long enough to pick it up, ponder it, get pine pitch on your fingers. To say thanks to the tree, and walk some more. To stop and share the winds breath. To be tossed and swept by it, and let your own seeds of awareness and longing,, drop.