Friday, October 03, 2008

Don't you know?..You can't go home again.

There's a place in my heart,and in my head,that I have some small difficulty trying to nail down.
I mean,I've been there,and have the very real sense of the sights,and sounds,and smells,as clearly as if I had only turned to bid them adieu this very morning.

I can feel the weight of the comforting cloak of belonging draped across my shoulders,bask in the warmth of the afternoon sun,and take a moment's pleasure in the cautious scent of Jasmine wafting on the gentle breeze.

Still,..even now,..it would be fruitless to try and point to some particular latitude and longitude on one of those giant fold out maps you find in the 'Special Edition' of National Geographic, and declare with certainty,..'There!..It's right there!!'..

Mostly,..I just want to go home.

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'Carolina in my mind'

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14 Comments:

At 3:12 AM , Blogger Doralong said...

I go there often in my mind too dear..times have been sort of rough here lately and I find myself drifting home at odd moments- a late summer afternoon and I can smell the pines and tobacco being harvested in the back fields and hear all the familiar sounds. I think I just mentally need a hug from Grandma right now.

 
At 8:16 AM , Blogger Allan said...

I remember thinking exactly the same thing about the centerfolds in my Granpa's magazines.

 
At 8:28 AM , Blogger billy pilgrim said...

it's not where i go, it's what's there when i wake up.

turtles, wild herbs and black dogs.

 
At 9:16 AM , Blogger LostInColor said...

I find myself feeling homeless. I don't know where home is.

 
At 9:25 AM , Blogger sageweb said...

I get real homesick when I am at work. I just wanna go home and cuddle with Homer...or I just dont want to be at work.

 
At 10:24 AM , Blogger yellowdog granny said...

Im so lucky to be in my home...i was raised in the military and moved all over but mesquite, texas was my daddy's home and was always home to me..but that mesquite of 1,800 is no longer there ..it's more like 180,000 now ..so west, texas is my home ..have lived here for the past 15 years....and came here the first time to live 30 years ago...so this is my home..i love my little town, and love my state with its big fat beautiful clouds..it may not be for everyone ...but it's for me

 
At 1:20 PM , Blogger Lorraine said...

You, my friend, are a poet. Which I've noted before but what the hell.

Loves me some JT.

 
At 3:22 PM , Blogger Mom said...

I love this. You describe all of us when we long for home.

 
At 5:17 PM , Blogger booda baby said...

1. James Taylor. What a guy. WHAT a fucking guy.

Not sure you'd have liked him, but we saw Derek Trucks a couple of weeks ago ... aowwww and other noises. Place was loaded with guitarists. Friend found us at intermission to tell us Michael Landau had come up from LA to catch Derek. See what a tiny itsy bitsy world you musicians have? It's pretty fun.

2. One of my favorite fiction books is Kundera's Nostalgia and I'd put your few perfect paragraphs up against his book any day.

 
At 9:08 PM , Blogger citizen of the world said...

Wow, I was right there with you when I read that.

 
At 9:19 PM , Blogger yellowdog granny said...

oh and i love james taylor..
but i never thought i'd never see you again....gee what a great song THAT was

 
At 1:07 PM , Blogger rosemary said...

Sniff, i miss home too...not so much a place but the feel of my daughter's hug, or a peanut butter kiss from Sachi.....hearing the waves of the ocean are nice too....but people are my home now.

 
At 8:04 PM , Blogger Monica said...

au shucks...

 
At 9:40 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Middle child again

Ah Sling I know the place. I know it exists somewhere, inside the heart and it holds us as a treasured child.

Its inside the house when the weather is cold and wild and everyone you love and have ever loved is there or okay.

Its looking at the night sky from the back steps of my child home with the house behind me

Its the last Christmas day I spent with my little family before Don was killed,,,

and its inside that song an old time favourite of mine -summer days/ youth

Sling you made me cry again but its okay...

 

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