A Particular Kind of Homesickness
The road we ride is an old back road, a highway that goes nowhere fast,
and as we drive and drift and dream, we see the present meet the past,
the way that it has always done from cities to the countryside,
the way we know that history recycles us, and far and wide,
we all return to what we’ve known and circle back to home and hearth
whether together or alone, to best-loved places on the earth.
Is it just crazy, that we long to find ourselves in Mama’s arms,
in childhood’s safety, in our fondest corner of our homes, our farms,
our gardens, houses, classrooms, fields? Is this insanity, or just
finding our life and hope and heart in best-loved places, as we must?
Return to rooted, distant loves, become simplicity and grace,
and find the fields of gold we seek in each his own familiar place.
Art-Colored Glasses 
Comfort. Security. Never Insanity…
Love the Longhorns. Where did you photograph them?
Portraits taken about 20 minutes from home. Another episode of ‘pull over! Pretties ahead!’ with my accommodating chauffeur-spouse indulging my penchant for beauty-gazing.
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Thank you for coming over, BeeBee! I’m happy to have met you (and great thanks to Subhan for the kind shout-out!). Looking forward to getting to know your work, too. All best,
Kathryn
Ain’t them Texas Longhorns cute? Nice write, KI, my honey chile…
They are superb. There’s a farm in the area here that breeds *miniature* longhorns (which as you can imagine are outlandishly cute)–one of these days I’d love to see if they’d let me (and my li’l ol’ camera) come visit them. 🙂
Aah “as we drive and drift and dream, we see the present meet the past, the way that it has always done from cities to the countryside ” the sense of feeling when you finally drive along a familar road, or sit on a train watching a well know known countryside – the sense of return is a pleasure
How well you know it, Claire! No one can appreciate better the sense of return than those of us fortunate enough to enjoy the wandering. 🙂
xoxo
Oh, that amazing blue!!!
While the blue is admittedly utter fakery–the cattle were against a messy, ugly backdrop when I photographed ’em, so I wiped the whole shot–that really *was* the color of the sky in any case. Lots of that around here!
There has been too much of that blue here! How much I would appreciate a bit of rain!
The pictures are gorgeous. Longhorns never looked so good.
Ain’t they beauts? It’s very rare, though I stop and ogle longhorns whenever I get the opportunity, that they’ll actually *look* my way long enough for me to get a snap–these, like most, were arranged with their fellows (Long-fellows?) around the hay rack, so their attention was primarily very elsewhere too but they took pity on me, or at least I annoyed them enough to get them to look!
Lovely verse, Kathryn, and the Longhorn if magnificient! Loved this phrase, especially – ‘history recycles us’
I only hope that history doesn’t recycle me the way that longhorns do *their* recycling. [She said, primly.] 😉