I don't feel like writing right now, but if I did I would talk about driving to Lexington for a conference on writing strategies in the classroom. I would write about how during the drive I noticed the beautiful landscape around me and was thankful for that beauty. And then I would write about how I thought about the landscape back home that is so much a part of who I am. Not the people...but the actual land. The curves and hills that I know and can close my eyes and picture instantly.
I'm not going to, but if I were to write more about this I would talk about how the smells of the land are a part of me as well. How the fall harvest and the combines in the field conjure up some sweet smells that refresh me. I would write about how the colors of the landscape fill me with energy and renew me.
I would write about how my soul is connected to the land of home.
But I'm not going to. Instead I need to get supper started. Have to turn in some more KTIP forms tomorrow...yuck. Maybe instead I'll close my eyes and picture the landscapes of Missouri...
Good one Kels. Are you sure you never read Centennial?
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the importance of place, anyone? :)
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So many I come in contact with want to get away from home, save the guy in paint, and do not have a since of security home brings. We were made aware of that security blanket when we first moved to Texas as I know both of you are experiencing now.
ReplyDeleteWhen you have children, I will lift them up as was depicted in "Roots", and proclaim "this is their beginnings, their roots", (then I'll put them on the ground and water them).