Today is the birthday of Beatrix Potter, who reminds us that imagination can be the glue that binds us to home.
Why does one place feel like home and another place, while beautiful or lovely in many ways, does not? How is it that I don’t care much for Tuscany, when it is so well-renowned for its beauty? To put it simply (very simply), places… Continue Reading “Imprints of Home: Fragments We Carry, Wherever We Are”
The landscape of our childhood is imprinted on our psyches and stored in our bodies. The places where we played will always be home.