Meandering

On Sunday afternoon, out walking with my happy dogs on the family compound, I found myself blessedly free of the usual straight-forward route. I wandered off of the road where encounters were highly probable – veered away from the Shearwater Pottery showroom and floated onto the portion of land that once held my childhood home.  The Barn was swiped from the earth by Hurricane Katrina in 2005, and the building standing there now is a simple wooden structure where silkscreens from my father’s linoleum blocks are printed for sale in The Realizations Shop. It serves the practical needs of our family and furthers the availibility of Walter Anderson’s designs. 

But I do not look at this building whose pilings thrust deeply into the earth on which The Barn once gracefully nested. My eyes scan the ground and surrounding underbrush. I drift with the little dogs as they avidly sniff. I am pulled by their eagerness, hoping my own basic instincts are open enough to discover a remnant of other times. I supposed I might find some artifact, uncovered by recent rains – a clue, perhaps, to my present understanding of my life’s direction. My heart was briefly moved by a few clumps of blooming snowdrops left from my grandmother’s garden.  I admired their delicate perserverence in the face of dramatic change. Otherwise, nothing was left; it was time to move on.

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2 Responses to “Meandering”

  1. Kendall Says:

    Your last few sentences are a poem. Yes, Leif.

  2. leiflife Says:

    Thank you, my friend who knows… Yes?

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