Do you ever wonder....if you started digging a hole beneath your feet at home, and could keep on digging, right through the centre of the earth and out the other side....who is sharing the exact spot of the earth underneath your feet? Maybe its ocean and there lives a menacing sharp toothed shark. Maybe there's a woman, swaddling her baby every night just as you're getting up and popping the kettle on. Is she happy? I'm sure, that if I was a bit cleverer and had some patience, I could find out what was right below my feet when I'm layering up a vegetable lasagne. There's coordinates and google earth and all that jazz. If there lived a lady, underneath, I'd write to her. I'd tell her about my life and my day and my family and my routine....and when I slammed a door or jumped up and down, I'd think of her and wonder if she heard it or felt a little shuddering.
It's pretty special to think you actually HAVE a little piece of the earth. Just for a while mind. My patch of the world pulls me, I gravitate to home.
Do you ever look at a cooling bath full of water whilst you're wrapping your hair in a towel, and suddenly feel so very wasteful and lucky. Maybe 'underneath', someone is walking a long long way for the luxury of water to drink, and mine is gurgling down the plug hole with the remnants of a Henna Conditioner and some fancy sugar body scrub I got for Christmas.
Think about the hours and days and months collectively spent beautifying our homes, plumping cushions and dusting treasures....all for the pleasure on the eye. What perhaps more meaningful pursuits would we endeavour to conquer if we had no sight, just touch and smell and sound and love.