Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Home Sick


Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," faerie-friendly since birth! Lead on, guiding sprites!

A physical therapist has been visiting my home to help me recover from surgery. Today he told me to try, if at all possible, not to walk on wet leaves.

Now I'm sitting here thinking of my beloved Polish Mountain, of the deep, sweet smell of the fallen leaves after a hard rain. They are slippery, but if I could just grab a handful of them at this moment, I'd crush them to my face and not stop inhaling until my lungs burst.

I'm thinking of a place called Sweet Root Gap, where the tumbled rocks are slippery all the time, either with moss or water, or both. The gap is so steep and rocky that it has never been timbered. It does not have a trail. You jump or crawl from rock to rock overtop a stream so clear that the pebbles in it look like diamonds.

Silly me. I thought I'd grown used to living in the flatlands, where the water runs uphill each time the tide comes in. Nope, it hasn't happened. I want to go home. I want to walk in the wet leaves. I want to take my chances on the slippery rocks. I'm not ready yet to say, "Those were the days."

Take my hand, Queen Brighid the Bright. Let us go together to the land of my birth. Help me make a staff and watch my step, because sometimes leaves get wet. And I want to walk.

7 comments:

Raevyn said...

Honestly, I don't know whether to be in bewildered awe of your writing prowess or be laughing my head off at what, in parts, sounds like a vicodin-induced hallucination.

Honestly though Anne, it was a fantastic post. Hope you're recovering well and are pain-free.

:)

Hillbilly Fairy said...

well when you're ready to come on back home give me a holler! but please wait for the vicodin to go away before driving....!

yellowdog granny said...

i love this post...makes me glad i live 'home' and not away from here..i feel bad that you aren't in your beloved home..maybe someday..

BBC said...

When my knee was operated on the doc said it would take 6 to 8 weeks before I could return to work. I wore out an exercise bike but I got work release in just 4 weeks.

What a dumb ass, I could have gotten another month off with pay, ha, ha, ha.

Aquila ka Hecate said...

I would make that staff, if I were you.

Even a 5ft length of wooden curtain rod will do. Burn or carve some runes onto it, spiral copper wire from top to bottom , bind feathers and stick a big crystal on top.

Then use it to help you walk again. I'm sure Queen Brigid will let you lean on Her.

Love,
Terri in Joburg

Anne Johnson said...

No Vicodin was consumed in the composition of this post. It doesn't work on homesickness.

Doesn't help to know that my uncle has had to vacate the family farmhouse due to his advancing age. The house is sitting empty on 75 acres of mountain land.

Nettle said...

"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence. Nature never wears a mean appearance. Neither does the wisest man extort her secret, and lose his curiosity by finding out all her perfection. Nature never became a toy to a wise spirit. The flowers, the animals, the mountains, reflected the wisdom of his best hour, as much as they had delighted the simplicity of his childhood" - RW Emerson

I miss the woods, too. Mine are further north than yours (and closer to Ralph W.'s) but in some essentials they are the same.