Fens [this is an explanatory link to Wikipedia]. Flat. Endless vistas, wide skies, SPAAACE – I love that. It pleases me aesthetically, and can lift my heart. A horizon is a wonderful thing, which I have often missed and craved while living in London. But cold. The wind shrieks cruelly with nothing for a long, long way to the East to stem it’s force. This landscape isn’t gentle; doesn’t shelter. I love this place as long as I feel strong and energetic. In more vulnerable moods, it’s not always an easy place to be.
This may become home. It’s the best possibility to arise in ages. We will know within the next few weeks, probably, whether it can happen.
this is very interesting, Jean. several years ago, i also moved to a wide-open landscape in middle life, and found it both exhilerating and intimidating to re-learn how to live without cover...exposed. perhaps this kind of move is a necessary spiritual undertaking for some?
i have been reading through your archives for a few days to aquaint myself with your blog before commenting. thank you for such thoughtful and beautiful writing, which resonates with me so much.
Oh, Jean, how exciting that it's even a possibility! I hope that whatever results, you are able to feel this as movement. And I'm very sympathetic to this landscape, as another lover of wide-open spaces... hard as they can sometimes be to live in. There's something about the sky, and the air, and the elbow-room. Best of luck in the decision-making.