I'm recently back
from several months living in the Midwest. I liked it in Des Moines
and developed some comfortable routines, including favorite bike
rides. But now back home in DC, I've returned to the many paths and
byways that I've used for the past 35 years. Being at home feels
good for various reasons. It's nice to be back with family and
friends. But I get a distinct pleasure from biking or walking along
long familiar paths. In certain seasons, I'm drawn to particular
greenways. Something about doing this plucks deep neural cords,
satisfying an apparently primordial need to keep to the well-worn
paths of home. Perhaps it harkens back to the time when we lived in
small bands in a particular place where it was vital for survival to
know the routes and places where we could find food and water through
the changing seasons. Evolution might have favored development of
behavior that anchored such knowledge through the release of
endorphins when triggered by the right external markers. This might
suggest the need for all of us to find ways to allow ourselves to be
so anchored along familiar ways that bring us to be somehow in
nature.
Just a thought.