does not discriminate,
each drop its home."
- Soin (1604 - 16820
I’m at the age where I can spout sturdy clichés like they were pearls of wisdom. Example: you can’t go home again.
A couple of weeks ago when I was back east. I drove through the neighborhoods where I grew up, and where my child was born. For so long, these neighborhoods were home to me. And yet I frequently got lost driving down so many memory lanes, either because I’ve changed or the places have changed. I couldn’t find home.
A few days later, back in California, I was sitting outside reading a book while my cat sprawled on the cool patio. I looked up and found – home. It was only in returning to the town (where I’ve now lived most of my life) that I found what I’d been looking for in those old neighborhoods where I grew up. I found that I had returned home. Another cliché is the one aunts and uncles used to say when we were kids they only saw every few years: my how you’ve grown. There on the patio with my cat and my book, I found myself thinking that I’d grown a bit more since the last time I was home.
5 comments:
This is a lovely, gentle post - the first gentle post I have read here!
I hope this means you are feeling happy and content.
Lucy Corrander
PICTURES JUST PICTURES
P.S. Not that I don't enjoy your rants. I do!
That is so sweet - and so wisely said!
Katarina
It is a lovely post, Weeping Sore. It must be pretty cool to feel that you are in the right place.
Isn't it great to grow a bit more? At least until your allotment supervisor (spouse, significant other) starts to complain you're extending your half of the bed to now exceed 5/8. Glad you found some peace (I guess?).
I know you're right. Nothing stays the same... thank heavens! :-)
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