“All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken” Thomas Wolfe
Coming home this quote was in my mind. All around were the familiar swells and valleys and the trees covering them were aflame with Old October. Truthfully, I’m rarely ready to come back. I’m at home within myself. My ancestors chose this place though – so like their native land – to set down new roots, and they’ve grown strong. A friend says autumn makes him soft and sentimental, yet never more alive. And that’s it exactly. Remembrance. Return. Repatriation. It stirs something in me. A longing for place. Homecoming.
Wendi said,
October 28, 2009 at 8:17 am
Hey lady, I’ve passed the Kreativ Blogger Award on to you. For real. It’s all here at http://bonappetithon.com/2009/10/28/its-a-major-award.
Thanks for being an awesomely Kreativ Blogger.
This is in no way meant to guilt you into blogging with any regularity…you know, like every few days or so. But if it does, then I’m not going to apologize.
flakyartist said,
November 10, 2009 at 12:41 pm
Um… Thank you. I’m not doing so well thus far, am I?
Wendi said,
November 10, 2009 at 12:45 pm
You can do it!