Over the course of the semester, we have continually discussed the idea of placing roots. Roots are a means of connecting us to a place, people, or a specific time. We talked about this a lot when we discussed the Scotish. In the times of old, they lived in a clan society. The lands were divided amongst various clans of people and those clans defended and cared for the land. The people that lived there identified as much with their clan as they did with the earth their land lay upon. Roots give us the feeling of belonging, belonging to a place makes us feel at home there. This is important for humans because we tend to be more group oriented than hermits.
all of this talk about roots made me realise that, as an individual living in america, I do not really have roots. I have moved around a lot throughout my life and have never really had a place to call home. I have lived in various houses with my parents, but none of them have really ever become home. This made me wonder about my roots. Where do I identify with? Do I identify with the lands that my ancestors came from? England, Ireland, Scotland, Germany, France and the Native American tribes of old? Do I identify with one of all of these? All of the talk about roots really provoked me to consider this. I concluded that the United Kingdom is my true home as it is the place I most identify with. In fact, when I went there last summer, I had never been there before but I had no difficulty navigating the country. I could tell where I was and it was almost as though I had been there before, despite never having stepped on that ground before, in this life. It was really strange but, while I was in England, I actually felt "rooted" to the place. To me, this is what all that talk about roots indicated.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
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