Where I'm From
I am from the shadow of mountains, from coca cola and long, dusty roads.
I am from the little cozy houses throughout the west, filled with outdoor treasures and warm fires.
I am from the lilac bushes in spring, my mom's carefully planted petunias, scattered cedar trees, sage brush, wildflowers and lots of wood.
I am from homemade Christmas presents and philosophical dinner conversations, the Little House books and the music of John Denver, from Lana and Rex, Meezy and Dirty Dan.
I am from the gypsies and the scholars, the dreamers and the workers, the hunters and the gatherers.
From "play rough, get hurt" and "people are more important than things."
I am from the natural places more sacred than churches, poetry recited aloud, the wonder of science, the power of gratitude, and the embrace of uncertainty.
I am from the Black Hills and the Rocky Mountains, Lake Pend O'reille and countless winding rivers, nourished by elk burger, gingersnap cookies, and homemade birthday cakes.
From the little brown nickel my mom tried to buy an ice cream with, the wolf my dad saw in the Colorado mountains, and the shoes my grandma coveted when she was young and oh, so poor.
I am from keeping memories in my mind (so they will never be lost) and the joy of retelling family stories to each other and our newest members.
*This template was used by Corrine on her blog last week. I just loved reading hers and had so much fun writing my own. The original can be found here in case you would like to try it.