Psychologists angst quite a bit over whether there is an essential us or whether we are creature of circumsances.
Of course we are both and neither.
Without a deep respect for the place where we find ourselves, how can we see the world? Irish Yorkshireman poet David Whyte calls the place we stand “hallowed ground”.
Birmingham poet, Roy Fisher is functional as any Brummy should be.
The universe, we define
As a place capable of having
A place like this for its centre.
There’s no shame/ in letting the world pivot
On your own patch. That’s all a centre is for. (p.13).
( I must buy his book but I haven’t discovered the title yet.)
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