Where's your dirt from?
Here is a photo-essay by Burningbird detailing a trip into the Ozarks. The fascinating part for me is the story of the "Missouri dirt". Like many folk-tales, it's simplistic, but it's satisfying and you want it to be true.
My dirt just might be from Texas, but I'm not sure yet (which I guess means it isn't). The places I've found the most peace in have been here in Houston, but I've gone through some of my hardest times and done more thinking here than anywhere else, so I think that makes sense.