As an introduction to each other at our recent Rhythmwood Soul Journey, Wendy Roman asked us to write a poem about ourselves from a basic form called “I Am From . . . “. All we had to do was fill in the blanks as we reminisced about our past and contemplated all the people and events that had formed who we are today. Here is my poem. What would your poem be?
I Am From by Barbara Heagy
I am from country farms,
From czardas and paprikash.
I am from grandma’s warm lap
like sheltering laughter.
I am from lilacs, fresh mown hay,
and bubbling creeks.
I am from hippies and hash,
From cool northern lakes and jumping fish.
I am from journals and contemplations,
From words and books and songs.
I am from breath and moving bodies.
I am from spiritual journeys danced in prayers,
laced with pain and grace.
I am from daughters to grandsons.
I am from love –
assured and unconditional.
It is however not a surprising fact that some people have never seen tropical, savanna and even desert vegetation of different parts of the world for their circles are extremely small and all they have is to move from work and home throughout their lives. We should, therefore, have a spirit of adventure and explore new places.
I agree with you, Alice. Some can’t travel due to finances or circumstances but I do try and see as much of the world as I can. I love travelling and hope to do it for the rest of my life seeing as much of the world as I can. You might be interested in reading my blog entry “Sometimes I Climb Mountains,” published June 30, 2017, as it describes some of the things I have seen and experienced in my travels around the world. Do you get to travel much?