“For this love of place is not like other loves, of people or animals, artefacts, activities, causes. A loved being or thing or idea is held by us, held in our arms, in our imagination; our love casts a glow around it. But a loved place holds us, even if it exists only in memory; it causes everything within it, including ourselves to glow. A loved place is not encompassed by our love; we are encompassed, loved, breathed into life, by it.”
— Freya Mathews in Reinhabiting Reality: Towards Recovery of Culture (2005), University of New South Wales Press, Sydney.
