Wherever you go, that's where you are

It is a blessing to have a place on this earth where, as soon as you arrive, you know you are home. Oddly, that place for me is Denmark. 

I arrived here 36 years ago. (Is that even possible?) After living here at then for three years over five, I've continued to return  - usually every couple of years, the longest span being nearly a decade. 

I've never found the cure. This place reaches deep within. It is the light, the colors, the sense of design that repeats in the landscape, the homes, how a table is set. It is the food. It is a sensibility and priorities. The things that have dozens of words, where we have one and where we have numerous words and they have so few. 

This is the place where my mind is most still and most creative. My Danish is poor and I certainly don't look the part, but it is here where I am most at home in my own skin. 

Three wonderful days here with dear Elsebeth and Anders, their family who came to visit and an old friend also from that very first visit. I am now more ready to face the world. 

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