It’s in the light sifting through your bedroom window
It’s in the street when the whole world is pitched and slow
It’s in the basement, where you left it
It’s in the ground
It’s in your head
~ Neil Hilborn
“I don’t know what it is, but I do know where to find it”
that bind
over on Viewfinders this week, I spoke of cleaning out, purging, cutting through all the needless material stuff I have saved throughout my life.
However, there are some things to be held on to and passed down
from one generation to the next
They are the words, pictures, fibers and threads
of our story
“I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.”
~ G. Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
“Happiness, not in another place but this place…not for another hour, but this hour.”
~ Walt Whitman
“Home, imagined, comes to be. It is real, realer than any other place, but you can’t get to it unless your people show you how to imagine it – whoever your people are. They may not be your relatives. They may never have spoken your language. They may have been dead for a thousand years. They may be nothing but words printed on paper, ghosts of voices, shadows of minds. But they can guide you home.”
~ Ursula K. Le Guin
Licht Years 