My home town ceased to be "home" when my mother died. It has been 7 years since I have been back. I am scared to say that old feelings are creeping back lately. I have a yearning to smell the fresh air surrounding the great lakes and walk along the beaches of Lake Superior. I want to run through the fields of my old farm, and take a nap in the barn hayloft. I want to stand on the train bridge and make wishes like my friends and I used to do. I want to feel the wind in my hair as I ride horse back through the hidden meadow and get dusty from the dirt roads of Fiber. I want to eat crab apples, choke cherries, and rhubarb until I am cotton mouthed and sick.
More than anything, I want to be missed... I only have 2 or 3 sisters that call me. The only ones that seem to care if I am still alive down here. I can't believe that the only time I talk to my other siblings is when I call them. More than anything, I don't even know if they love me at all. Because really...how do you love a stranger, a person you only talk to once every 10 years. Perhaps they are just too busy. Perhaps they don't realize how much I long to hear their voices on the line.
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To All My Kindred Spirits...
If you think you're hearing something
And you can't think what it is
If you feel a quiet longing
Lift your heart into the wind
There you'll find my kindred spirit
There you'll meet me as a friend
It is just a kindred feeling
And a song to let you in...
And you can't think what it is
If you feel a quiet longing
Lift your heart into the wind
There you'll find my kindred spirit
There you'll meet me as a friend
It is just a kindred feeling
And a song to let you in...
The Secret Garden
Where You Tend A Rose A Thistle Cannot Grow!
One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts--just mere thoughts--are as powerful as electric batteries--as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison.
One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts--just mere thoughts--are as powerful as electric batteries--as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison.
Ahh to be VINTAGE!
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2 comments:
Lissa,I am sorry you feel so homesick and are so far from people that you love. How are you doing? How is school going? You can be part of my family - they live a lot closer and in December I will be living there too! Love ya.
wow, my suckah.... how do we love these strangers we call family? I find myself at times clinging to childhood memories of older family (aunts, uncles, grandparents etc) like a child with a tattered bear, eyeless, the faintest moments remembered with them, watching them, hanging on their every interaction with eachother...wanted to know them, as they seemed to know eachother. I remember their laughter with eachother, their serious conversation, their nostalgia. Did they ever look over at me and wonder what was in this mind? COuld they wait to know me, as I did them?
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