Homesick
I spend much of the autumn and winter homesick for this beautiful place, this season. I have hiked to this summit, been on and boated past this island more times than I can remember. This place has a fierce and unrelenting hold on my heart and my soul. I used to think my feelings were merely childhood nostalgia for a place and a time never to be recreated. I took my husband home a few autumns ago and realized that my attachment to this place goes deeper than nostalgia. The phrase 'tied to the land' comes to mind. I think I understand a little more. I sat upon that summit and looked at my husband and said, "This is where I belong. This is who I am. This place is in my very bones."
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3 comments:
Very beautiful.
Wow. It's beautiful. I've wondered myself about nostalgia for certain places. I like the way you expressed it - this place is in my very bones. Now that is quite a connection.
CindyS
Jenster- Yes it is, thanks!
CindyS- My mom always tells me the only reason I love this place is because of my childhood, but I think my feelings for thjis place go deeper than simple nostalgia. I'm kinda puzzled myself, TBH.
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