A SENSE OF PLACE
Painting by John DiLorenzo "Everything is on its way to becoming something else." - Dave Hickey If the above is true (and I'm quite sure it is), how do we find a sense of place? I've been chasing the idea of feeling grounded my whole life. Looking for a solid, non-shifting plate on which to stand. It doesn't exist. Seven years ago I felt the deep shift. My mother, my friend Elise, my father-in-law all died within two weeks of each other. Mortality came home. I was scared. Fear settled in and finally I sunk. I went down into the mire of my frightened mind, a bottomless fault line of self pity. If everything is constantly in a state of flux, where nothing ever stays the same anyway, what's the point? From this place, there was no point. Asking 'Why?' was getting me exactly nowhere. Then it occurred to me that my question was missing something. And so I began asking myself, 'Why Not?'. Adding that one word chang...