I go to the woods because they feel so much like home to me. So today I was thinking about a time when they were actually home to so many people. And how the woods weren’t a place to “go to”. Home surrounded you, in a sense.
But home itself is that feeling, isn’t it? It’s that comfort that you want to feed yourself. The nurturing of surroundings.
And that comes to me, as well, when I’m doing my art. Yes. It’s like, I’m home.
I was home when I did my art in earlier years. I was home when I did my art in another state. I’m home when I’m doing my art right here right now.
Who doesn’t love that deep sense of home?