I’m sitting on my own front porch in the morning sunshine, checking the pulse of home, trying to realign with its rhythm after so many days on the road. Trying to absorb the beauty I have seen. Checking to see where I have changed, and where I have become even more stubbornly me.
There are so many places and personalities flashing through my brain, from hotels, restaurants, yarn shops, antiques stores, national parks, book stores, sidewalk cafes, art galleries and studios, corporate dinners, bead stores, bakeries, roadside overlooks, log cabins, magnificent manner houses, welcome centers, ranger stations…. And, these personalities were in many different contexts – from the Atlantic ocean to the mountains of North Carolina; rivers, lakes and waterfalls of rural Tennessee, and the heart of cities like Nashville, Asheville, New Bern and St. Louis. From familiar places to those I’d never been, there is so much to assimilate.
Today, I find it too difficult to summarize or conclude. Today, I will just allow the images and emotions to wash over me. Maybe tomorrow the poem will begin to write itself.