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  • Our lives are often sadly placeless.

    So many live surrounded by franchised homogenized sameness, so that one city is like the next, one suburb like every other suburb we've ever passed through as quickly as possible between home and the nearest shopping mall.

    Someone has suggested that if we don't know WHERE we are, we cannot know WHO we are.

    Where are you? Can you name the nearest creek and follow it to the sea? Do you know by name a dozen wildflowers, trees or birds near your back door? Do you know what your neighborhood was like a hundred years ago? Is your identity marked by your personal ecology in place?

    If we have no sense of place, we have little anchor or bond to care what becomes of what's left of wetlands, meadows or woodlands over the next ridge.

    But all places in a world in balance are not the same. If you haven't noticed what makes your place unique, your world is not in balance.

    Go slowly. Stop often. Use your senses. Find the extraordinary in the ordinary. Celebrate the where of your life and teach your children to grow and know, in their native soil.
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