I know this submission is late, and, to be frank, I have no legitimate excuse. That said, here’s what’s next:
Land That I Live is a newly-born blog authored by a collective of fascinating people. From aspiring journalists to philosophers to teachers, they’re all conscientious thought-provokers who base their musings on a deep feeling of place. While many are well-traveled readers, they’re writing is a crisp and clear offering of visions that are – I believe – fundamentally American. From scarred landscapes to awe-inspiring structures, they have their fingers on the pulsing geography of the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Having left America almost a year ago now, this blog gave me a taste of what I hope to head back to soon. London elides in its centralized frenzy the kind of rootedness that, almost paradoxically, America’s vast expanse inspires. When you live somewhere – or travel somewhere – in America you feel the distance you are stretching between yourself and where you were before. You see the markers of new watersheds, of new ecosystems. Ken Burns’ documentary “The National Parks: America’s Best Idea” narrates the birth of America’s most treasured natural sites, and interviews people who believe that, without visiting these places, you never truly get a sense of what it is to be American and connected to the land. While this is an interesting thesis, any exploration of America’s vastness explodes your sense of place. When you get somewhere, you re-orient yourself and dig for the history that is always bubbling beneath the surface of its inhabitants. New locations, like familiar ones, demand new connections you. Land that I Live – while only maybe a dozen entries old – seems on the right track to capture that sentiment.