Prior to finding the Hermits’ Rest, I knew it was possible to have a physical attachment to a specific location. I may have written before about how my body feels better when I’m in the place where I grew up, in Florida. Is it magnetism? Pleasant memories? A placebo effect?
I don’t know, but I’ve become attached to our ranch just like with Gainesville. When I get to the creek, my body relaxes and the clutter lifts from my mind. Just like that.
One possible explanation is that I really knew the plants and animals, the weather patterns, the sounds, and the smells where I grew up. And over these past years, I’ve become that familiar with the ranch, working pretty hard at it with all my Master Naturalist classes and book learning. Oh yes, and just by being observant. Doing this has made me a part of this place.
The heroine in Educated, the book I just read, felt that way about the mountain she lived near. She had to return, no matter what. I understand.
When I leave the Hermits’ Rest, I really wish I could take my dogs, the equines, and some flowers with me. Well, I can’t.
So, I took pictures of my glorious flowers and stuck a rock in my luggage. I’m sure I’ll enjoy my vacation. After all, there will be a stop in Gainesville!
Maybe it’s that the spirits of all my animals are at the ranch. They comfort me. I left Brody some flowers and a feather.