Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Where Are You From?

I came across THIS post on Sandra's "Aging Disgracefully" blog and thought I'd give it a go...

• I am from the rock tumbled ocean side and jagged cliff slate, the ebb and flow of tides, bright moon shining, seagulls screeching overhead.
• I am from a front yard full of whales and a backyard full of moose.
• I am from Saturday morning cartoons on one channel only - CBC!
• I am from Sunday nights home from church with my grandad watching Walt Disney and eating fried eggs with far too much salt.
• I am from the hands of an almighty God who created imperfect me in his perfect image.
• I am from road hockey, beach combing, worm digging, mud pies, splinters taken out with sewing needles, swimming brooks, and home at dark.
• I am from snow forts, garbage bag “sleds”, skating on the bay, frozen wool mitts, watching dad cut wood, and crying over fingers and toes thawing by the wood furnace.
• I am from respect for teachers & preachers, and calling everyone “older” aunt and uncle.
• I am from a mother and father who never went to bed angry with each other.
• I am from four meals a day - breakfast, dinner, supper, and lunch (before bed) with tea and homemade bread and pies and cookies to finish each of them.
• I am from raising chickens and ducks and organic vegetable gardens.
• I am from acid-washed jeans, side ponytails & scrunchies, neon slouch socks, gimp friendship bracelets, big teased hair, and a grunge phase of baggy jeans and oversized plaid shirts.
• I am from music I listened to in secret - Michael Jackson, Tiffany, Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, George Michael, Def Leppard, Bon Jovi.
• I am from the hymns I tired of as a teenager, but that have become the songs of my soul as an adult. How Great Thou Art!
• I am from ties broken and re-tied.
• I am from a time of searching in cities away only to return to the home of my heart with a call of salt water in my veins.
• I am from many loves and finally finding the one who puts up with me when I’m being completely irrational.
• I am from the road less traveled.
• I am from the need for ink spewing from my pen in the form of poems and lists and sketches and ideas and the dream for that ink to flow in time to the completion of a book with my name on the cover.
• I am from an ancestral desire to speak to trees and sense the spirit of the stones beneath my feet (and wondering why I always felt this way only to discover my native geneology).
• I am from star gazers and rose smellers.
• I am from tears cried at the mere thought of losing my babies and tears cried over the loss of friends and strangers babies.
• I am from bedtime stories and nursery rhymes.
• I am from the need for endless research and obsessing over current interests.
• I am from lifelong friendships with sisters as friends and friends as sisters.
• I am from forgiveness and refusal to hold grudges.
• I am from a life blessed with many riches except those in monetary form... and I am thankful for it!

Where are you from?


Anonymous said...

Absolutely loved reading that. :)

Christa Hann said...

Wow...I'm totally tearing up here.

Tara said...

WOW Myrna....I'm in tears. You did an AMAZING job summing up 'where you are from?'...great job!

Myrna Hynes said...

Thanks Ladies!

Photo Quilts said...

That was awesome... brought back so many memories of where I am from too :) Thanks.

Sandy aka Doris the Great said...

What a wonderful poem! Ya did real good girl!