Exploring Place Through Fiction

Image of a building on the Clyde River

Fiction has been a way for me to explore ideas without the boundaries of ordinary reality since I was a child. I don't remember when I wrote my first short story, but I do remember clearly the day that I wrote my first poem. I was 6. I was outside playing with friends down the street when the rain started to fall. I returned home somewhat slowly, daydreaming as I went about the life of ants. By the time I walked in the front door, I went straight to the kitchen table to grab one of my mother's … [Read more...]

Living on the ‘Roseline’ and other spiritual fantasies

Roseline

A few months ago, I discovered that I live on the 'Roseline', the supposed leyline which runs around the globe, through the Gnomon de Saint-Sulpice in Paris, Glastonbury in England, and Rosslyn Chapel near Edinburgh in Scotland.The only information I can find on the Roseline variously describes it as:the Paris meridian - a challenger to the Greenwich meridian from the 17th to the 19th centuries; the sunlight line which identifies the date and time of Easter, at Gnomon de … [Read more...]

Procession of the Species

By Davidakoontz at English Wikipedia via Wikimedia Commons, from 2005.

I love parades. Most parades are really boring, though. I find them mostly to be advertising: business sponsor floats but seem to be the highlight, politicians hand out fliers. Bah humbug.But when a parade is done well, oh it is a joyful thing! The kid in me gets all worked up. I never know what is coming next. Costumes? Bands? Possibly a marching band?This time last year my family was new to Olympia. Had we heard about the Procession of the Species? And Spring Arts Walk? No, we had not. … [Read more...]

Of Frogs and Flowers – an excerpt from Annie Dillard

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Spring has arrived in Cork, Ireland, at last!  Mild temperatures, sun, and the stunning display of flower and bud have kept me outdoors for the past several days.  I've idled away many hours swinging on the hammock, staring out toward the Knockmealdown Mountains--their shape like a woman sleeping. Or, perhaps she gazes back, her head resting on her arm, as she listens to the birds: one foot dangling, toes wrapping themselves in cool grass. I've also meandered down the lane bagging stray rubbish, … [Read more...]

The People Around Here…

Last week I was sitting with a group of people at lunch time listening to one of our number explain to the rest how she and her family were planning to move to Australia. "You can't do anything new here," She told us, "People just won't let you. They are all so pessimistic and down on anyone who tries. I think it's because of our weather." I have heard lines like this many times from people in all the places I have traveled. I want to tell them the truth, but I know they won't be able to hear … [Read more...]

A taste of place

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I'm finally recovering from a week's jetlag, after two weeks in the sunny Southern states of the USA. One of the main ways in which I get in touch with new places when I'm travelling is through food - especially as I have a litany of food allergies and sensitivities, which make me hyper-aware of what I'm eating.Of course, my first stop for food was at a place where I knew my needs would be met: Sevananda natural foods co-operative. It's always a pleasure to visit this little home from home … [Read more...]

The body as a place

My Welsh fairy tree, standing in for the World Tree today.

I've been thinking a lot about the body, specifically my body, this week. I haven't been feeling all that great. But it's led me to think about how our bodies are places, too.It took me a long time to realize that I carry my sense of place within me. I don't just mean feeling comfortable in my own skin or feeling like a friend to myself, a self-companion where ever I went, or comfortable in a location. I mean, I carry my Land within me. I think I was in Wales when I realized that I carry … [Read more...]


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