It wasn’t until I started recognizing myself as part of the natural landscape that I understood, on a visceral level, what my adolescent body knew moving around Oakland: Place matters.
In outdoor spaces, the familiar sense of not knowing where I am, which direction points east, west, north, south, disappears. Earth and its beings guide me, becoming central support systems to the formation of my internal and external compass. But it isn’t just that. Memories started coming back...