Friday, October 1, 2010
Where I am From
I am from Vermont and peaceful woods with no name; from a small town between the hustle and bustle where neighbors are cows. From the tiny farm house with a green tin roof, rooms filled with open air along with light and darkness.
I am from carbs, blackberry jam and home-made granola; from a colorful salad bowl to temph and tofu. From water and Starbucks to whole wheat veggie pizza cooked on the grill.
I am from wagging tails, cold noses, family dinners and breakfast at the windows; from I love you, I promise, to I love you more.
I am from living in the present times of my life, to the anxious worries of my future; from dark days to moments full of laughter and inspirations to be me.
I am from flip flops, trail shoes and running clothes; from an outdoor wardrobe that would astonish the astonished.
I am from short strolls to long endeavors; from laundry, clothes pins, adventure and repeat.
I am from a place that no matter how hard one tries they can never take it away from me.