tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34764064.post3395654762135778200..comments2023-10-24T06:27:19.875-07:00Comments on those northern skies: home comingMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03418200517338216765noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34764064.post-39428462811173770072007-04-04T09:44:00.000-07:002007-04-04T09:44:00.000-07:00These words: Going home can't be simple because o...These words: <BR/><BR/>Going home can't be simple because one left for a reason and when you return, you return changed. The past and present collide. The life you live discovers that the language you speak is not born of the present but of the past.<BR/><BR/>You capture so perfectly that hazines I feel whenever I go "home" even if it is just in my head. <BR/><BR/>-- KrinaQueenheroicalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01212327407393341334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34764064.post-36518750205646675852007-03-24T14:47:00.000-07:002007-03-24T14:47:00.000-07:00This is such a beautiful, provocative post. The ph...This is such a beautiful, provocative post. The photos are stunning and the words are like music. I am grateful that our paths have crossed and that I get to enjoy your gifts.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14482723497287290855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34764064.post-64473634155652226582007-03-24T12:37:00.000-07:002007-03-24T12:37:00.000-07:00Thank you for this thoughtful post. I often wonder...Thank you for this thoughtful post. I often wonder what "home" means in my own life. And the mutuality of influences: us on my backgrounds, our backgrounds on us.<BR/><BR/>I look forward to the "more to come".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34764064.post-46858579411999695232007-03-24T09:42:00.000-07:002007-03-24T09:42:00.000-07:00I remember leaving Kansas on the train to go to sc...I remember leaving Kansas on the train to go to school in Chicago. In the 38 years since that time, I returned to Kansas, where you grew up, a total of 6 times. The first 5 times were spent with my family. I don't remember meeting any of my High School friends. However, the last time I returned it was with your dad and mom for my 30 year High School reunion. We stayed at your grandparent's UPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03430311859771697605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34764064.post-29953718158220825442007-03-23T15:32:00.000-07:002007-03-23T15:32:00.000-07:00This is beautiful. I only live 4 miles from the 1...This is beautiful. I only live 4 miles from the 13 acres I grew up on--the house still stands (and is lived in by my mother and her husband) but the property got divided by death and divorce and several years ago I went back and took a walk--and came away with a very similar story though for a different reason.<BR/><BR/> The woods and pond, my playground as a child, stood delabitated and Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com