I was awoken this morning by what sounded like my house humming a beautiful monotonous note. It was probably the water being heated, but I did wonder if it was indeed the house - last week it's previous owner died, and I wondered if the house knows this. I wonder if our life, our presence, imbues places with parts of ourselves, just as we impact on other people when we meet. Like we are a recipe in which other people are key ingredients. All the bonding that we do, however slight or deep, helps make us who we are and I'm grateful for that.
During my postgrad studies, I thought a lot about sacred space and what marks some places out as holy. I'm often overawed when I contemplate how say a tree I walk under has "seen" millions of others walk under it; how a piece of concrete has been passed over by a myriad of types of shoes throughout all kinds of changing history. And I don't even do history as a general rule - my least favourite subject at school, possibly because it involved the rote learning of a string of monarchs - what is interesting about that? And yet I guess I do do history - I'm fascinated by what shapes us into who we are in the now. I spent a very pleasurable afternoon yesterday looking through photos with my boyfriend's mum. I hope today you get to celebrate who you are and all who brought you to the now. I need to go to my new job ;)
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