A Place That I Know


There is place that I know. Unremarkable in all respects but one. People there cherish each other and share the blessing of  company. I visit it in my head sometimes, and watch their lives unfold: decent people raising decent families. Where the policeman keeps an eye on things but has little else to do. Where the young are celebrated  for their energy and the old for what they know. The buildings are well maintained but simple in design.

Courtesy among strangers, and understanding between friends fills the air with a gentle light and festivals empty the houses and busy the streets, joining the community into a single whole.  The surrounding fields fill with growing crops, ruffled by the antics of the breeze and pets relax in a world of gentle harmony.

I have never been there, or know where it is placed, but I have sometimes glimpsed it in the faces of people whom I pass, or the longings of my imagination,  A place  without self-importance where dignity of conduct is unquestioned.  Where  talents are celebrated but never worshipped. We know this place, not glimpsed except in dreams. An unassuming paradise built on faith.

Often, I have thought, the more aware a man is of himself, and  his ambition, the more likely he is to cast his shadow on another’s life. In another culture in this other place or time, people might live in harmony with themselves and celebrate their surroundings and routines while having no need to advertise the fact or even  consciously acknowledge their achievements. To be at one with their surroundings, and the people who inhabit them, would be their unsought reward

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About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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34 Responses to A Place That I Know

  1. It would be a wonderful thing if this place was accessible to us all on a regular basis, not as something to remark upon.

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  2. You make me long for this place too, and I get glimpses of it with the very words you conceptualise it with. You are very wise 🙂

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  3. catterel says:

    It must exist, mustn’t it ?- how else could we have an inkling of it.

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  4. Yes I visit this place too. I think I may have seen it more as a child but maybe its these damn rose coloured glasses again. Although no, maybe not because I very well remember my friend’s dad, bobby Bennett we called him and he definitely kept an eye on things with very little else to do.

    So well thought out and written as ever to keep me wanting to read on 🙂

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  5. Jnana Hodson says:

    Sounds a lot like the Amish, when all’s going as it should. Not that they’re perfect, either.

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  6. lauralistar says:

    What a thoughtful post. Beautifully written. You write it in such a way that makes me feel as if I’m already there. Well done 🙂

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  7. CJ says:

    It is going to be pretty hard to reverse the tide of present-day gadgetry and self-importance and self-absorption…we can always hope, however, that things will come ’round full-circle and that ‘simpler’ pleasantries of life finally earn the priority…

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  8. I want to do go there!!! Beautifully written, as always.

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  9. Jane says:

    It sounds so wonderful and so many wish for this world, including me. I have such a hard time trying to figure out why this is a dream world and not reality. Thanks for putting it so eloquently into words.

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  10. Yes, there is a wonderful world out there, if we could only be brave enough to find it, and honest enough to keep it with us at all times. I often find myself sad at a gloomy day, and then at some point I remember that adjusting my perception can bring a little sunshine – even if the clouds refuse to budge.

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  11. Al says:

    “Ruffled by the antics of a breeze.” What a gift you have my friend.

    This Utopia is no farther away than a handshake.

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  12. Eloquent and thoughtful people such as yourself keep the dream of this place alive. Thank you for taking us there and reminding us of its existence!

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  13. I see, Dear Ducks, that some of your followers do have key. That place in our minds we most cherish can only be ours when we begin to practice that which we admire.

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  14. erickeys says:

    “I have sometimes glimpsed it in … the longings of my imagination” – So far, that’s the only place I’ve found it. But maybe that’s enough.

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  15. gingerfightback says:

    If only…..

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  16. kristikdavidson says:

    Oh, how I’ve missed you Ducks! 😉 Thanks for bringing a smile to my face today,

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  17. Barbara says:

    “Where talents are celebrated but not worshiped.” aaahhhh…a world without ego. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
    I’ve missed you Peter. Hope all is well on your side of the pond.
    b

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  18. gotham girl says:

    This brought back so many memories from my childhood and how I remember my community being the place you describe…I so miss those times. And I’ve missed you! Great post!

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  19. Good to see you back Counting Ducks. Great thought-provoking piece, By committing it to your words this place exists for you and us reading it.

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  20. Kirri White says:

    Beautifully expressed and not as far from our reach as one would think.

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  21. Jane Thorne says:

    This is within….thank you Ducky. x

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  22. Purely.. Kay says:

    This line “Courtesy among strangers, and understanding between friends fills the air with a gentle light and festivals empty the houses and busy the streets, joining the community into a single whole” Genius. And that’s all I have to say about that 🙂

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  23. nelle says:

    Complex issue and so important. We tend not to give ourselves permission to be who we are inside, we’re always demanding some accounting of worthiness, and it fuels this sort of thing. Think of one of the first topics that surfaces when we meet someone – what do you do? It’s as if we are defined by our professional lives, and if anyone happens to be in between professional assignments or professions, goodbye self-esteem.

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  24. –In a perfect world. Ohhhh, I long for that world, Peter. A world overflowing with respect, kindness, and pure unconditional LOVE.

    XXxxxxx LOVE from MN

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  25. Amazing and insightful! (trills)!

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  26. I have come to believe that the more insecure a person is with her/himself, the more pompous and domineering that person acts. It’s a cover-up and it must be very painful to live that way…painful for everyone.

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  27. Lafemmeroar says:

    I just re-read this … you are a wonderful writer!

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  28. ampbreia says:

    A lovely place that ought to be given form.

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  29. Funny how nobody denies how wonderful and simple this would be, yet we are all hell bent on running in the opposite direction.

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  30. I love this place. Please send me a ticket.

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  31. I liked this post a while back, but didn’t comment for some reason, probably time constraint. Shame on me for not at least letting you know how beautiful it is in its message, understanding and expression. The last paragraph really brings it all into a simple but powerful perspective.

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  32. vozey says:

    Poignant writing. Your details are excellent.

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  33. L.E. Ellis says:

    This is a lovely piece of writing. This place you describe reminds me of small towns where people still get along and aren’t so jaded by the world.

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  34. makes me wanna write a poem about this,, great piece! 😀

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