Saturday, May 28, 2016


I grew up in a city, under crowded circumstances, but when you're young everything is food of a kind. When I grew old enough to develop a natural taste of my own for a place that would feed my older soul, the country was where I found it.

Whenever I make the trip into the city from the country I feel a loss, I miss the sky, I miss the quiet, the space, the breath of trees, the way nature arranges things, she has good hands. I miss her native friendliness, her infinite language, her random acts of beauty.

In my youngest youth I’d always sensed what I later realized: that the big city was where we still yearn for the Eden that pulls at the tides of our hearts, that city folk use for picnics and vacations, summer homes when they can get them; but that knowledge did nothing to ease the feeling of being away. I couldn't wait to get home.

Now when I return home, the closer I get the quieter the air becomes, the calmer the people and the closer we are to the heartbeat of the earth, source of our destiny among the stars.

We all came from the country.


Kalei's Best Friend said...

I totally get what you're getting at... familiarity, security, a sense of calm.... nothing beats that.

-blessed b9, Catalyst4Christ said...

x-tremely lovely, pal.
You're old enuff to
remember SHOGUN where
the samurai sliced-N-diced
peepows craniums off, huh?
Things havent changed:
now, they've replaced the
samurai sword with porno.
Same thing.
Make Your Choice -SAW