A Feeling of Presence
When I visited my sister, her home always felt warm and inviting. She was an artist. I put it down to the nice curtains and rugs.
But six months after she died, the feeling wasn’t there any more. I knew then I was feeling her presence, not her house.
What exactly do we feel when outdoors? Where does that wonderful feeling come from? The animals? the trees? the weeds? the rock? the dirt? What??