Hills are always more beautiful than stone buildings. Living in a city
is an artificial existence. Lots of people hardly ever feel real soil under
their feet, see plants grow except in flower pots, or get far enough
beyond the street light to catch the enchantment of a night sky studded
with stars. When people live far from scenes of the Great Spirit's
making, it's easy for them to forget his laws.
Walking Buffalo
Although I have spent the past 40 years living in a city, I was blessed to have had the opportunity to live in the country for the first 25 years of my life, and I have not forgotten that feeling of the soil under my feet or the enchantment of the night sky while sleeping out under the stars. I've memories of diving into a country lake and racing through the grass with bare feet, screaming in pain when I stepped on a bee. I remember fairy gardens, grape vines, picking fresh strawberries from the bush, long walks in the woods, my first kiss on my neighbors swing. I was still quite the tomboy, but the tide was about to turn. Life was simple then, oh, so simple.
I'm longing to return to the country one day, to spend my senior years enjoying the world of my youth, but, if that cannot be done, I will always have my memories.
(High Point State Park, pictured in the photo above, is an amazing place, and I spent a lot of time on those trails. The mountain itself is the tallest place in New Jersey, and at the top one can stand there and look out over three states--New Jersey, New York, and Pennsylvania. It's quite a sight to behold, and if you ever get to Northern New Jersey, be sure to visit it)
is an artificial existence. Lots of people hardly ever feel real soil under
their feet, see plants grow except in flower pots, or get far enough
beyond the street light to catch the enchantment of a night sky studded
with stars. When people live far from scenes of the Great Spirit's
making, it's easy for them to forget his laws.
Walking Buffalo
(High Point State Park, Sussex County, New Jersey)
Although I have spent the past 40 years living in a city, I was blessed to have had the opportunity to live in the country for the first 25 years of my life, and I have not forgotten that feeling of the soil under my feet or the enchantment of the night sky while sleeping out under the stars. I've memories of diving into a country lake and racing through the grass with bare feet, screaming in pain when I stepped on a bee. I remember fairy gardens, grape vines, picking fresh strawberries from the bush, long walks in the woods, my first kiss on my neighbors swing. I was still quite the tomboy, but the tide was about to turn. Life was simple then, oh, so simple.
I'm longing to return to the country one day, to spend my senior years enjoying the world of my youth, but, if that cannot be done, I will always have my memories.
(High Point State Park, pictured in the photo above, is an amazing place, and I spent a lot of time on those trails. The mountain itself is the tallest place in New Jersey, and at the top one can stand there and look out over three states--New Jersey, New York, and Pennsylvania. It's quite a sight to behold, and if you ever get to Northern New Jersey, be sure to visit it)
I think it's something in all of us that wants to go back to where we had the happiest memories.
ReplyDeleteI live in RURAL....Wenham,MA is about 30 miles away and more rural, but that's where my HEART IS! :0)
(((hugs)))Pat
An excellent quote. Wish more people would keep these words close to their heart.
ReplyDeleteFor many things, our memories must suffice.
ReplyDeleteBut aren't we lucky, to have memories? :-)
"If it ain't broke, don't fix it."
I am so thankful 'not' to be living in a large city. I've been most fortunate in that regard.
ReplyDeleteSaying that, I am most thankful you have such wonderful memories from childhood to draw from.
And near enough to Mother Oshun's edge to draw solice from Her there.
The photo reminds me of some of our well loved parks here where I reside. In fact it looks most like our Hononegah Park just across the border into Illinois. Our area is rich in Native American history. I think I'll do some research on your High Point State Park to get a feel for it.
I hope you have a fantastic day in spite of your workload, and have more time to dream of days of yesteryear and what is to come too!
As always a beautiful sharing, and Thanks Love. :)
The Husband takes The Boy camping there. I don't camp. Roughing it to me is a Holiday Inn.
ReplyDeleteHigh Point is a beautiful natural area among many in our very diverse and highly populated state. Nice quote and post- Thanks from a Jersey Girl :-D
ReplyDeleteHi Mary - I was just looking at my blog and thought I would come say hello.. sending much love, xo
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