Tuesday, November 2, 2010

A Sense of Place

The places I am from are many.  They are the places where my ancestors lived.  These places live in my bones and my blood. 

I stand on the seashore.  The wind blows my hair just like it did when my great grandmother stood there.  I feel the sand beneath my feet, molding to my foot just like it did for her. 

I climb the rocky hillsides where my great great grandfather worked the soil.  I feel his love for the land.

My flower garden grows roses like those of my grandmother. 

Hear the quiet of your past.  Let it fill you with life.

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