arddhu
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Celtic Wiccan Priest (Circles of Steel)
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Post by arddhu on Feb 3, 2007 21:15:29 GMT -5
Coming home after 12 years of being away brings me face to face with change.. some for the better, but others would be a matter of conjecture. Riding down 321 was bewildering. So much has been built that the very landscape has shifted and old landmarks are often buried deep behind new strip malls. The new Wally World superstore is a vast monument to our cultures growing consumerism. Granted, it is cool to be able to find so much in one venue... but I think I could ramble on there for hours and still not see all there is to see. A visit to my mother's grave site was something I had planned on since she passed. But actually standing there, I found a floodgate of emotion opening within me and washing away my normal composure. I hadn't fully realized the reality of her death until that moment.. or my heart had hidden it away in an effort to protect me. There are some things that a man has no shame in openly weeping over.. this was mine. I had been unaware of the burden that I had been carrying for a decade, but the ability to release it left me with a deeper need... a need to let those I care for know how I feel often. Another change took my boyhood "special place" from me.. a new park and green-way erased the secluded steps on the far side of a mill that had been burned during the civil war. It was a place of refuge for a young man who had a love of Nature, and was more than a bit of a loner. But every secret corner of Gaea has a spirit, if one is willing to open themselves and listen with that part of them that lives and breathes in sync with all of life. Still, even if my dreams of coming home didn't line up with the reality of my experience, there is yet more to discover every day, and who knows what tomorrow will bring.
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Post by KittyLane on Feb 3, 2007 22:41:36 GMT -5
Another change took my boyhood "special place" from me.. a new park and green-way erased the secluded steps on the far side of a mill that had been burned during the civil war. I know of those steps you speak of. I miss them too. When I was living on First Ave, my friends and I would walk down there. It was a private spot. I loved the old stones that made up those steps. I have a lot of good memories of that myself. I was so saddened to see it gone. I have taken many walks in the new park and it's beautiful in the "picturesque" kind of way. It hurts that change so often takes away as much as it gives.
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arddhu
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Celtic Wiccan Priest (Circles of Steel)
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Post by arddhu on Feb 6, 2007 20:53:23 GMT -5
Another change took my boyhood "special place" from me.. a new park and green-way erased the secluded steps on the far side of a mill that had been burned during the civil war. I know of those steps you speak of. I miss them too. When I was living on First Ave, my friends and I would walk down there. It was a private spot. I loved the old stones that made up those steps. I have a lot of good memories of that myself. I was so saddened to see it gone. I have taken many walks in the new park and it's beautiful in the "picturesque" kind of way. It hurts that change so often takes away as much as it gives. Thanks.. That's cool. I used to carry my guitar down there in the evenings and practice with the sound of the creek running over the rapids that were at the end of that pool in back. I have to say that the place was special.. it had a Spirit.. and one that spoke to me. I first began to understand the magic that is in a song there when I could feel the resonance of that place in harmony with my music. Most important is that the spirit of that place lives on in the hearts and memories of those of us that connected with it. Did you ever swim there?
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Post by KittyLane on Feb 7, 2007 10:25:12 GMT -5
I know of those steps you speak of. I miss them too. When I was living on First Ave, my friends and I would walk down there. It was a private spot. I loved the old stones that made up those steps. I have a lot of good memories of that myself. I was so saddened to see it gone. I have taken many walks in the new park and it's beautiful in the "picturesque" kind of way. It hurts that change so often takes away as much as it gives. Thanks.. That's cool. I used to carry my guitar down there in the evenings and practice with the sound of the creek running over the rapids that were at the end of that pool in back. I have to say that the place was special.. it had a Spirit.. and one that spoke to me. I first began to understand the magic that is in a song there when I could feel the resonance of that place in harmony with my music. Most important is that the spirit of that place lives on in the hearts and memories of those of us that connected with it. Did you ever swim there? no I never did. I do think its neat that that place touched so many people.
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