Friday, July 24, 2009
Corn and Moonlight
When I was a teen-ager I dreamed of getting out of there. The dreams were filled with big cities, exciting jobs and fascinating people. I saw myself there in the gleaming city, dancing, working, loving and living the life I knew I was destined for. I did not see myself staying there in that town surrounded by corn, stifled by it, drowned among it, wasted by the corn. So it shocks me each time I pull off the express way to visit my parents, how it draws me in that corn; the smell of it, the sound of it, the look of it as the moonlight bounces off the glistening ears. It sometimes creeps into my dreams the way the city did before I lived in it, luring me back to that town I swore I would leave forever.
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I think we all have a subconscious draw to our birthplace.
yeh amazing isn't it I dreamed of an exciting fast life and these days I am atracted by the peaceful and serene surroundings
i m still at my birth place :)
i think my burial is here too!!
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interesting how sometimes our dreams or far away places turn out to be less than we hoped. I wrote a spoof on this. rather lengthy but I hope you check it out.
I was raised in a very small town in the midwest and I counted the years until I could move far away to someplace more exciting and less confining. The older I get, the more I miss that place. When I return to visit everything appears to be a brilliant emerald green and I choke back tears springing from the inner awareness that I have come home.
This was beautifully written. I'll be back for more!
You write eloquently of the ties that pull us back to our dreamed-of places. I live happily in the big city complex into which I was born (fortunately on a hill with a view), but I left a good part of heart in Brazil where I lived for several years.
Beautifully written....I can picture it perfectly.
I live far away from my hometown in a place that is more intimate, and smaller.... I do have dreams of my childhood home, but interestingly I think I am more myself/more at home here than I was there..... Now, if I could just convince my family and old friends to move east!
Where is where the heart is and it sometimes happens the heart shifts spaces. Nicely written. I love the way corn is the image that draws you home...
It's ironic that we always feel the pull to a place other than where we are. Something in our restless souls.
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