In 1857, Thoreau wrote this about finding himself:
“… alone in distant woods or fields… I come to myself, I once more feel myself grandly related, and that the cold and solitude are friends of mine… I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home… It is as if I always met in those places some grand, serene, immortal, infinitely encouraging, though invisible, companion, and walked with him.”
Where do you come to yourself
, dear writers? What place or activity invites you back to who you are? Do you feel a sense of homecoming when you are in a particular environment? Listening to a song? In your grandfather’s garden? Holding a paintbrush? Reading a book?
In a short reflection, describe where and when you feel most at home within yourself.
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find home in these memorable reflections.