A Sense of Place

Yesterday a gracious Italian took me all over his beloved city of Rome. I saw the same sites with new eyes. The city seemed to come together for me as a place. Although I had read about Rome, struggled with the map to get about Rome and visited important museums, the sense of place came to me when someone who called  home it shared it with me.

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       Plazza Navone

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  1. Funny how perspective can change an experience. For thirty years I’ve been haunted by ‘I Heard the Owl Call My Name’ by Margaret Craven, having read it back in high school.Their trees were cedar, rather than redwood, and the water clear, but the fog and the chill and the rocky coastlines and the loss made me feel as if I were there.
    I re-read it this semester as an anthropologist, and found her research, and her empathy for the people, their place, life-ways and dilemma to be eloquent. Suffice to say it will continue to haunt me, though I read it this time as a different person.

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