My favourite video about this amazing country! One minute of pure bliss…
When does a place become part of you?
When its history echos down to you through the ages
When it offers sanctuary from a restless world
When it’s wilderness speaks and you understand
When the tempo picks up as the sun goes down
When the locals welcome you like friends
When your spirit soars
When your in _____ [in this case, NE England]
I’ve been contemplating lately what it truly means to be in a community, in a place where you feel at home, with an internal peace which means you’ve found yourself.
Where is home for you? Where do you feel found?
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This post made me feel all dreamy and nostalgic . . . I just moved to France this summer and we’ve been moving around here and there. I do like France, but I really want to just stop in one place and get to know that place well–feel a part of a community etc. I think there is really something to be said for connecting to a place and staying put for a while!
Easy – Scotland. Glasgow to be sure (and I actually really live in Kissimmee, FL, USA)
That has to be the best video on youtube!!! WOW!
For me I yearn to feel at peace, at home!!
its people. I get fleeting moments. my Bub. in his hug.
On Sunday, I had a deep desire to go to one of my favorite places, but I knew that the road is not plowed in the winter, so I have at least 6 weeks before I can go for a walk on one of my favorite beaches. ( My great gransfather was born there).
One of my other favorite places is in PEI. The first time DD and I were there, we both fell in love with the place. It turned out, where we were was her great grandmothers homestead ( her father’s mother’s mother’s). Neither one of us knew it, but we both felt the same connection to the land and ocean at that site.
I’m not sure why I feel more connected when I’m in one of these locations, but I love the peace I feel when I’m there!
Maybe our souls recognize areas where we have had past experiences?
Home is/was/always will be………north east England!
I was an exchange student in Germany when I was 16/17 & for YEARS I have struggled with: do I want to live there or here in Australia.
After my 2nd trip back to Germany after my exchange year for Christmas & New Years: I touched down in Sydney International Airport with my parents waiting for me and I knew: I’m home.
For the first time in 8 years I have a peace about my location!!
It’s been a long road & in 10 years things might change again, but it’s good to know I’m where I’m meant to be.
Home is a kitchen table with a cup of coffee in my hand. It doesn’t matter where I’ve lived, as long as I get that moment to sit and sip a warm drink I’ve made – I’m “home” when I do that.
Not having lived anywhere else, I guess Australia would be my land base and I’d miss seeing the people I’m used to. We’re not really any one kind of person. We’re many, from different cultures and backgrounds.
But I also feel home in a garden. Any garden. As long as it has plants, bees and a compost pile, I’m home again, LOL.
For me, home is a moment more than it is a geographical location.
Home is where I live now. I got married in this town, had my first child here. It is small enough to just have one supermarket and for you to bump into people you recognise. I work in the town too and 2 of my children are at school here. Sometimes I joke that its a ‘local town for local people’ (am sure you remember the League of Gentleman sketch) as there is no need for me to leave.
We are surrounded by countryside but can get to London in 35 mins on the train.
I love it and have no intention of ever moving.
But then…I do have a very narrow view of things I have only ever lived here and the neighbouring town (aside from my university days). So perhaps my perspective would be better if I had travelled a little wider!
that gave me the chills..
I miss England,.. went there to visit Leeds for 6 weeks in 2004, and I miss the country at least 12 times a year now..
Home is where my family is.
I wish I was in NE England. Alas, I attempt to make my home smack in the middle of California, surounded by fields and factory cows. Our town is too small for most to notice, but too hard for any of us to ignore. Everyone knows what you’re up to, grew up with you, is somehow related to one another or will see you at church come Sunday.
It’s small and cozy and if more residents would slow down and realize it, they’d start to love this place too.