Friday, September 21, 2012
I haven't been back to my home town in a couple of years. I'll go by the family plot and visit the graves of my parents and grandparents and other ancestors. It's a quiet spot. I'm not sure why I go back to the grave site really. I guess there is some feeling of obligation, but I know that all these who are dead and gone are part of the greater energy now. They don't dwell in these graves.
I was glad to get away from where I grew up. Now I'm looking forward to visiting. Someone asked if I would want to live there again. Not a chance. Life is good right here. I am happy that somehow I was transplanted to this place. Besides, the town where I lived is not the same. My mind still tells me that it's the same. It's a lot like waking up after many long years of sleep and seeing how everything has changed. It's a bit of a shock really.
I read Thomas Wolfe so many years ago. His words "You Can't Go Home Again" meant to me that attempts to reconnect with childhood memories will fail. But I know how things have changed. I'm not attempting to relive my youth there. I'm going back to see people who I may not see again. A connection and a chance to make a living amends. I'll be up there for two days. That's enough time.
“I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and the dragons of home under one's skin, at the extreme corners of one's eyes and possibly in the gristle of the earlobe.” ― Maya Angelou