Saturday, July 25, 2009

Going Home


Going home, oh that sounds nice. Packing the bags, loading the car, waving goodbye to the lazy lab on the porch. I can't stay forever when I get there, but just to be there will be a sweet treat. I am going back to the mountains. Do you know, I can actually smell the trees? I know what they sound like, and how the rocky soil feels on my bare feet. I can almost see the leaves changing colors... I know they are not ready yet, but it is coming. If you listen closely they will tell you that it is coming.
There is something about those Tennessee hills that always whispers to my soul....come back home. I have lived in many places, my family has long since left, and time has passed more quickly than I would like. However, I know where home is when I see the peaks rolling ahead in the skyline. My heart beats a little faster, and I just want to jump in Horse Creek and feel the chilly water. There are many memories piled on those hills. Memories of childhood and all its wonder. Oh the lazy days of summer just hoping the temperature would rise enough to take off the shoes and jump in the water!
I remember when I left too. I thought that the only path to happiness was just on the other side of the ridge, but once I crossed, I realized that happiness is in the heart and that is something you just have to take with you. It seems that ever since I said goodbye, I have been trying to get back, even if for just a short stay. I want to see the hay fields and hear the cows. I want to walk through the doors of that country church I loved so dearly. I want my son to know the feel of damp moss on his feet. I want him to look in surprise at the little black bear up in the tree. I want it to be a part of him like it is a part of me. I want the sound of a banjo and guitar to soften his heart like it does mine.
So, I keep going back. I go, and I long to stay. Maybe one day the road will stop there again, and I can unpack for a long while. Until then, any moment there is sweet.
Let's go home.

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