knowing a place for the first time

by Anna Blanch on March 25, 2012

I thought about calling this post “homecoming” but it seems more appropriate to call this a return; in the spirit of  T.S.Eliot’s ‘Little Gidding’ (one of the Four Quartets)

‘We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time’

Thus I will arrive where I first started and know the place for the first time.

I’ve never lived in this little city before. I only roughly know the streets and byways. when I arrived a few days I felt disoriented as much by the jetlag as by the lack of familiarity with my surroundings.

I went for a walk with my camera a couple of days ago to begin to capture my new neighbourhood.

In the last couple of days as I’ve begun to find my bearings, I’ve been glad to find that people say hello when you pass them. I’ve missed that simple friendliness.

The air is filled with the promise of warmth. the sun is shining almost by default and the bird sing the day in and out with a kind of raucous heraldry.

There is a simple joy in allowing the sun to warm my bones.

I’ll start back into work properly tomorrow. Tonight however, I’ll visit a church community.

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