God is at home; it is we who have gone for a walk. – Meister Eckhart
I don’t know why this is true. Nothing ever really changes does it? Things come and go with the seasons the way they always have. The hills are alive with the sound of music or they outright suck. People you thought you knew all your life will still surprise you when they act like damn fools. I don’t know. “I don’t know” is not a very good thing for Reader to say is it? But I really do not know and when I really don’t know I say so.It has been said that we can never really “go back home.”
I’m not invested in knowing everything but I do take great stock in following the Divine breadcrumbs to the bitter or not so bitter end.
I’ve been helping my Dad get his house in order for an early spring sale. ( Cross those fingers – say them prayers baby! ) Traveling about in the dead of winter of South Western Pennsylvania is not exactly my idea of thrilling but it isn’t the freshest hell I’ve ever known so, I’m cool. I grew up strange here in The Burgh oh so many moons ago.
As a teen I felt this town was just too conservative, small, and unenlightened. As an adult I know that places are not unenlightened, only people are unenlightened, and I really should keep my judgment to myself. But just between you and moi it really is a funny little town.
It has never really been home and it may never be. That’s why I’ll never really know if this can never go back home thing is truly true or not.
What I know I know is this… California isn’t going anywhere.
I’ll do my duty here as a daughter and move on when it’s time. Walking through six inches of new fallen snow or watching the sunset on a beach I’m still the same kid that ran away from “home” over 40 years ago. Only now I don’t try to write songs Smokey Robinson would approve of.
As a matter of fact I don’t care if anyone approves of me at all these days. I approve of me and that’s all that matters.
No ocean breezes for me tonight.
Guess the Three Rivers will just have to do.
Have a sweet one!