>my weekend in the country is over...i am numb with sadness and longing for the earth beneath my feet and my love beside
me...there is a peace there...a calming hand placed on my soul taking away the sorrow, the worry, the confusion..
the city is my home, my birthplace, but i have always managed to find natures treasures here...a need to feel that connection to the soil, the smell of the spring, the solitude of an open field..
meeting the people in your loved ones life is wonderful...a dog sits in my lap and accepts me..a grandmother tells stories of her life on the farm, parents struggle to overcome the awkwardness of introduction, to find that you are not the ogre or temptress they might have feared...you are the woman who loves their son...the woman who wants you to love him as i do...to erase the past and enter the present and the future and embrace the amazing creation they have made....love is lost in translation...their love that created him...perhaps that is where things go wrong...it is all about love for me...love should be so basic and simple...like the solitary horse on the lonely hill..unafraid and at peace...
the birds were singing...i saw my first robin...i met a mourning dove named rosie and a dog named slim shady...a lovely old dog named kitty who hid from my camera but ate both dinners not intended for her...a golden retriever named buddy and a shih-tze named missy....i can never spell that dog breed...i am so calm...i love my man with my soul, my heart and the blood rushing through my veins...i envision us in a country home with a wild garden and creatures wild and tame who visit us...love breeds love...and love will grow in our garden....
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