From the Editor
Lately, I have thought a lot about what it means for us to have a physical sense of place. Our home has been a refuge the past two years, and I have delighted in revamps that added to the sense of place I feel within it: refreshed paint colors, family heirlooms tucked into shelving displays, upgraded appliances, new outdoor living features, and more mood-setting lighting indoors and out. Confession: I am even more transfixed by candle and lantern light than before. I am not, however, more organized (self-deprecating sigh). As a counterpoint to comfort at home, I’m eager to roam. My eyes are tired of screens, and I miss the soul-satisfying opportunity to meet with people, visit new places, and blend that inspiration into my sense of place—in this world, in…