As I prepare for a trip home this week, I am filled with nostalgia.
All of life is a coming home. Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, beekeepers, sword swallowers, all of us. All the restless hearts of the world, all trying to find a way home. It's hard to describe what I felt like then. Picture yourself walking for days in the driving snow; you don't even know you're walking in circles. The heaviness of your legs in the drifts, your shouts disappearing into the wind. How small you can feel, and how far away home can be.
-Patch Adams
Concepts, like individuals, have their histories and are just as incapable of withstanding the ravages of time as are individuals. But in and through all this they retain a kind of homesickness for the scenes of their childhood.
-Soren Kierkegaard
Here are some scenes from my childhood (thanks Erika!):
Ray, Erika, and Anne Marie in front of the fireplace at the Ranch
Ray and Anne Marie
The Ranch....
Although it'll never be what it used to be, I like to think about what Maya Angelou once said, "You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it's all right."
4 comments:
You were the cutest baby in the whole world(broken leg and all)!
The first pitcher takes me back to when I lived there. it was the best time. There are times were I long for Flagstaff. and that pitcher is how I remember Flag. If you don't mind I'm going to copy it and put it in my blog.
Mary
NICE PICS!! The one with Anne Marie in the chair raises eyebrows upon first glimpse..hilarious!!!
Cousin Blake
I love the fact that you had a pony out there! Do you know how much Brooke would LOVE a pony? Great photos.
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