“East of my grandmother’s house the sun rises out of the plain. Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it. He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon it. He ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest motions of the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of the noon, and all the colors of the dawn and the dusk.”
- N. Scott Momaday, Kiowa
We invite you to share your story about a landscape to which you feel connected. What are the stories that reside there? As inspiration, you can think about what animals and plants live there; how the seasons affect this place; and your relationship to this landscape.
Please keep your story to 1000 words or less. Selected stories will be posted here, so check back regularly.
