going home…

December 27, 2008

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It’s a blue sky, so blue, and the long rows and wide fields of farm land seem to go on forever. The crops are just popping up even though it is the end of December. This is the place where I grew up. And the place I left… A wave of sadness washes over me. The kind where you feel like crying but aren’t sure exactly why. The lump in my throat grows while I sit in the moment. We stop at the little Mennonite farm and market for sticky buns and strawberry milkshakes. I’m jealous of dirt, flowers and the earth.

I just miss a more simple time…maybe when things weren’t so complicated, when bliss and living were all we knew. Eating, resting and young love reigned supreme. We were easily distracted by shiny things and unaware of the road ahead. There is no regret in my heart as I nurse the sweet babe in my arms, just a longing and remembering of what it is to come home…

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