by PS Pirro

One of the best pieces of advice I ever read came from Kentucky farmer
and author Wendell Berry, who wrote in numerous essays of the
importance of living in a place we love. Unfortunately for me – and
for all those places I've lived -- I interpreted that advice to mean I
needed to search for my ideal home, my one best place in the world. I
needed to find it and go there. Then and only then would I be able to
live fully, deeply, and intimately connected – which is what I craved.


Until I found that place, everywhere I lived was a waystation: large
cities, small cities, rural enclaves, suburban bedroom communities.
None of them was my ideal place. When there were things to like, I
enjoyed them, but not too much, because I knew I would be leaving.
When there were things I didn't like, I ignored them, because there
was little point in working for change in a place I didn't intend to
stay, a place that just didn't feel right.


Do you see the problem? After many years and many moves, I saw it,
too. I was a lazy seeker. I didn't want to do the work of developing a
relationship to a place, learning its nature and giving myself to it
with real affection. I valued reciprocity – or thought I did -- but I
wanted the place to give to me first. I wanted an off-the-rack
experience of home, but love – true affection – doesn't come
ready-made. It's a tailored response. It's always specific. It comes
with a definitive article: not a home, but this home, beside this
road, along this river, on this patch of Earth. I've come to
understand – belatedly, but finally -- that loving where you are has
less to do with finding a place than with staying put long enough to
allow a place to know you're there, to let it grow comfortable with
your presence and begin – slowly, and with great patience -- to love
you back.

I think it was the character of Phineas, in John Knowles' novel A
Separate Peace, who said, "When you love something, it loves you back,
in whatever way it has to love." You care for it, and it cares for
you, usually in ways you never anticipated.


That's true reciprocity.


Loving where you are means relinquishing all those comforting
contingency plans that spare you the work of local affection – those
plans that allow you to leave half your life packed in boxes in the
garage or the attic, half your heart tucked away, and half your
imagination wandering the map in search of a better place. Loving
where you are means calling your imagination home and putting it to
work right where you are: learning the names of the people and trees
and plants and birds and creeks and flowers, and letting them speak to
your heart – your whole heart -- and show you what needs to be done,
right here, right now.

http://crooked5280.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-of-local-affection.html