With tongue in cheek, my husband once told our young sons: “If something is worth doing once, it’s worth doing twice. And if it’s worth doing twice, it’s worth doing four times.”
Familiarity need not breed contempt. Wendell Berry states in Life is a Miracle, “There is no reason that familiarity cannot be a goal just as worthy, demanding and exciting as innovation…or more so.”
After ten years of living on our Vermont acreage, I find every place on our property to be quite familiar. Yet every spot changes and proves worthy of study one more time. Two more times. Four more times. The light moves. The vegetation transforms daily.
“One knows one’s place only within limits, and the limits are in one’s mind, not in the place.” This, Berry says is a description of our place in this world. It is inexhaustible. “It cannot be altogether known, seen, understood or appreciated.”
Monet painted the same haystacks, over and over again. Cezanne returned to paint Mont Saint-Victoire many times. Impressed by Walden, Thoreau wrote page after page. And the biologist E. O. Wilson wrote in Biophilia, “It is possible to spend a lifetime in a magellanic voyage around the trunk of a single tree.” Life is a miracle. Unlimited. Filled with familiar enchantment.

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