What place feeds your soul?
I am deeply thankful for the gift of place. Just as we naturally gravitate toward certain people who become our everything, we also naturally gravitate toward places that also become our everything. Whether we inherited them as children or discovered them as adults, whether we visit them often or never again, they imprint upon our soul. In this way, the exterior becomes interior, and we are connected to something that will live on well beyond us.
When you think about a place that feeds your soul, even in snippets, how do you describe it? When you scan the footage in your mind, what is it you see? When you tune in, what do you hear? Are there smells you can almost taste? Textures you can almost touch? What are the rituals that marry you to that place? Who is there with you, or are you exquisitely alone?
Can you possibly articulate what it means to you?