My childhood hometown is a very small town set in the most beautiful valley. It wasn't until I came to the NY area did I fully appreciate how beautiful it truly is there.
About 15 years ago in my first yoga class, I remember listening to the little water fountain that was in the room. My first thought was, "I have a proverbial backyard, this is the sound in my childhood backyard!" There was a small creek (or as they say there "crick") behind my childhood home in my backyard, and it took big city life, or at least, suburban city life, to take me back to that sound and remind me of that cliche. What we look for can sometimes be in our own backyards, we just have to get out of the way to see, and hear, it.
What I was looking for was quiet and serenity and Tyrone, Pa. is filled with that. Whenever I visit, I try to bring some of that back with me. It is when it runs out that I refuel and go back for more. I have come to appreciate the sweet, simpler, slower rhythm that you find in a small town. It is more my rhythm and I sync with it each and every visit back to my proverbial backyard.
What is in your backyard?
That is why I came back here. Slower pace...beauty...fond,deeply felt memories.
ReplyDeleteI love my backyard, too--especially the blackberry patch! Thanks for sharing your poignant memories.
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