Last night I picked a few more seeds from mom's garden, and said goodbye to
my parents land. Goodbye to the foxes, the rocks, and the rye. I will keep crying over you for awhile, but also look forward to the year ahead, as Matt and I ready our little house-in-the-city to be sold, and begin the search for a few acres in the country, and a new heartland.
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I know you have many wonderful memories of your parent's land. Hold on to those, not the changes that drove them away as you start this new chapter. I'm very excited for you that you're searching for a few country acres of your own. Somehow I don't envision you being truly happy in a city. When we moved here the most important thing on my list was ensuring that I owned my view, that it couldn't be taken away (we had a bad development pop up across from our previous house). I didn't care about the house, that could be changed. I wanted to be surrounded by nature, by land that only she had the power to change, and I was so fortunate to find just that. I'm grateful every morning when I look out of my windows. I hope you can find that special place too.
Your post made me cry..I can feel your letting go of the land of your parents... from one who has been through it.
You will find new acres and new seeds and foxes, and trees and you will become one with your land.
I love the drawings. Something lovely has all ready come from your sorrow. You have the seeds for many things to grow, not all of them plants. Nice comments, too.
Thank you all for the beautiful and encouraging comments. Lucky for those of us who care, there is still a lot of lovely open earth out there...
Lovely words.
Lovely memories.
The seeds of those plants and those memories live on.
I am so glad I got to be in that space with Sophie. I am so glad she got to experience that beauty and you folks. I am glad she knows that beautiful space, the Montrose of our childhood. If and when you have a child we will tell them lovely stories. ~Sarah
Zoe,
Your post touched my heart because I know how hard it is to let go. I'm a quadriplegic who got divorced last year and now live in a nursing home at age 46. But its a great place where I've started to create my own gardens. But I miss my own place so much.
But I'm so glad you're looking for your own acreage and I think you'll find some peace there (to borrow from Margaret Roach of A Way to Garden fame). I loved your art. I've found it can also be great therapy for loss.
Best,
Patrick
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