you may lose something to find something better. losing something in a place may leave an opening and another opportunity. when you go back you thank the place for holding a space for you to look again and contemplate what could be there, and what tangibly is, a bed of leaves, softly vibrating under a red maple tree, you don't know, it also depends on something else, what tangibly is, beyond you and yet you. you may see yourself in the place as a you and an i, holding space together. you might stand almost beside yourself like one you are with, looking at you and wondering. when some place calls, that's you, it's personal, that's what you want.