This blog is not about San Jose, really, its not! This is an experiment in the form of stream of consciousness...
Friday, September 28, 2012
A Sense of Place
i listened to a radio interview with the author Alexandra Fuller today
and was slightly perplexed by the interviewer's insistence, as was Fuller
i think, that Americans couldn't possibly relate to Fuller's deep
attachment to the land she grew up on in Zimbabwe . . . that somehow
Americans don't get the idea of being connected to land and that only
people who lived in big places like Africa could be grounded in the
earth around them. Fuller spoke of recently returning from a visit with
her mum and dad in Africa and described the distant sound of hippos, the
birds, the bush babies, the light . . . and i couldn't have related
more, i am horribly entrenched in my own spot of earth, all 13 acres of
it here in Hillsborough and when i visit my mother's farm in South
Carolina, my soul sings with the big water birds of the Wateree and the
seemingly unstoppable sky of Kershaw county. A sense of place is not
lost on us folks who inhabit less spectacular landscapes, on the
contrary, I believe a sense of place is what makes so many of us human.
it's thundering now, and i can hear the rain, and the birds have gone quiet . . . it's not Africa, but it'll do.