the influence of place
Every few years I return here. It's been this way for a long time. Once, I came alone. I needed to figure things out and see what I was made of. You were a launching pad for the road ahead. And it's always been this way. A stopover on my journey North. Or East. Sort of my north star, my compass.
In this place, the world has stopped. It has the feeling of the past, it's well traveled, but mindful in it's collection of memories. Perched up high, it sees the world. Tucked in low, beneath the trees, it hides. A spiral of hours can disappear under the influence of a single tree. It is easy to get lost.
“One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” Henry Miller
I think about the influence our surroundings have on us, how places are alive, almost as their own people. Countries, cities and towns are always my favorite characters. Places have the power to open us up to the landscape of ourselves. They bring peace of mind, everything looks different under their spell. And when their energy takes hold of us, reaches in and relaxes us, time and echoes disappear, leaving only clarity in search of a name. Big Sur.
What place captures your soul?