June 8, 2016

Sometimes you leave a place but the place doesn’t leave you. Like a burr that sticks to the cuff of your pants you carry it around with you without even knowing. Don Gayton, a writer from British Columbia, Canada, has coined the term, “primal landscape.” It means the landscape a person most identifies with. At some point, hopefully, in every person's life there’s a bonding that happens and the land becomes known, familiar, and comforting. For my part, I’m newly back in the West after what I describe to friends as a two-year exile in New Jersey. All joking aside, and with no disrespect to Governor Christie, Bruce Springsteen or the Sandy-bashed coast, what I’m saying is I was away from my home, away from my primal landscape; and I felt it, nearly every day. 

 

June 8, 2016

The text will go here, blah, bla, bla. Sometimes you leave a place but the place doesn’t leave you. Like a burr that sticks to the cuff of your pants you carry it around with you without even knowing. Don Gayton, a writer from British Columbia, Canada, has coined the term, “primal landscape.” It means the landscape a person most identifies with. At some point, hopefully, in every person's life there’s a bonding that happens and the land becomes known, familiar, and comforting. For my part, I’m newly back in the West after what I describe to friends as a two-year exile in New Jersey. All joking aside, and with no disrespect to Governor Christie, Bruce Springsteen or the Sandy-bashed coast, what I’m saying is I was away from my home, away from my primal landscape; and I felt it, nearly every day.

 

June 8, 2016

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