On the topic of home again. I ran across a fun article today, from Inside-Outside magazine, a little rag I read all the time in Durango, but which I have not found out here in the back of beyond. The article is about Hanksville, UT, one of the little Wayne County towns. Hanksville is home to–well, read the article and you’ll find out. It mentions Mesa Farm Market, a little organic farm with lots of heart in neighboring Caineville. Mesa Market is run by a playful man, who is also a musician, named Randy Ramsley. Several friends work on the farm, including Beth and Tim. They had a hard spring, and there’s a Harvest Benefit being held for the farm next Saturday, which I am excited to attend.
There is so much to be said for community–especially when said community is in such a small, isolated, wild area! Pulling together in times of need is so damn important. I am feeling a part of this place again, and I love it. It’s odd, actually. I’ve been a bit of a hermit all summer long, not fully participating in community. Feeling so busy between day job, writing, and personal goals that demanded a lot of solitude and contemplation.
But this is still home. I am home, in my community, no matter how I have been (or not) interacting.
What is home for you? What makes it home? Is it place, is it people, is it ritual and ceremony? Is it familiarity?
Part of home is, for me, a certain knowing that simply makes it so. This is home. And I just know that.