They were building huge housing tracts everywhere: ugly identical houses crowded together cheek by jowl out there in the wide open spaces, no landscaping, no soul. It was painful to watch our peace and space being violated, the owls and coyotes chased off, olive and palm trees cut down.
In the end Welcome to Saint Angel is about home – something every human being, plant, creature, and landscape needs in order to abound. “Yes, the book is definitely about home and how precious it is to us, how threatened we feel when someone infringes on it. Maybe it’s partly our territorial instinct, because we are animals, after all. All animals protect their nests. (Left: This image of William Luvaas and Mimi is given copyright permission by Lucinda Luvaas for this CRC Blog entry only.)
As Robert Frost said , (Left) “Home is the place where, when you go there, they have to take you in.” Something we can’t be denied. Our safety zone, our welcome zone where we can be exactly who we are, as we sometimes can’t out in the world. We enter the front door after a tense day and relax. Home can be a simple shack or a mansion. Or we may even refer to a town, state, or country as home. “I call Oregon home.” “Maryland is my home state.” “I’m a New Yorker.” It’s also a way of seeing things. My work is always colored by where I live at the time I’m writing. The atmosphere of the place bleeds over onto the page.
It only seems fitting to end this
piece with the last paragraph of the last page because it is this excerpt that Luvaas found the most emotional and compelling to write: (Left: this image has been given copyright permission by Lucinda Luvaas to be used for this CRC Blog entry only)