Well, life is a bowl of cherries...right?
After being gone for a couple of weeks it takes a girl a few days to get back into the swing of things again. Although it is great to be home, my heart still misses 'home'. I love where I am. Where life has brought me. That I was able to spread my wings and fly...however...with that independence and the dreams of a naive young woman...much was left behind. Only now I have the wisdom to see it. There is no way I could ever live in the south again. It is far too depressing. Yet, the moss covered trees and hills blanketed in mists speak to my heart in a way even I don't understand. In my heart it is still home. Where things are a lot slower. People speak a little softer and hold a door open. Sure there are issues and problems. That can be found anywhere. But where I came from... it is almost like time stood still. People say please, thank you and M'am and Sir. And though it may be years since I have been there...someone still knows who I am. A small wave in the store. A childhood friends tears. A face that lights up when you walk through the door. Such simple things. They make life worth living.
Here in the Rocky Mountains...nearly two thousand miles away...may I live worthy to have the heart of a southerner. May I speak a little softer and hold a door for a stranger. Say yes sir and yes m'am...even if people look at me funny. ( that happens a lot anyway! ) May my heart stay soft and pliable. Open and forgiving. Yes, my heart is southern. Through and through.
My soul belongs to the mountains. I could never leave here. My soul sings at the sheer beauty of this place. There is nothing like it.
So, now you know a little about my heart and soul. And you thought it was all guts and glory...
That is for another day!
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My Daddy was born and raised in Birmingham, AL. I totally know what you mean. I am going to miss his manners when he's gone. He holds my door open and carries in my groceries for me and always, always uses his manners. I love it. I visited once and found it very friendly there. Everyone said hello. None of this passing on the street and looking the other way. We could all learn a lot from the Southern way of life. :D Glad you're back. xoxo
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