Friday, December 01, 2006

Bereft


Lately, I've been missing my growing-up place, where I felt anchored to Creation... maybe it's because I've been writing about my past (yes, still in book revisions). Don't know...

I miss
the place
that cradled stars
in blackness,
even while
my heart
searched for
the elusive
lullaby.

Photo by Andrew Denny. Granny Buttons

15 Comments:

Blogger Mark Goodyear said...

I think I'll spend my whole life looking for lullabies. Why do they elude us?

9:29 AM  
Blogger Andrea said...

I love my growing up place, too.

9:46 AM  
Blogger Craver VII said...

Do you "miss the place that cradled stars in blackness?"

Having grown up in Chicago, I didn't know the wonder of a dark sky on a clear night 'till I was a teenager.

To this day, it amazes me to gaze at the multiplicity of stars in the heavens! Occasionally, I like to go far away from the star-cloaking streetlights of civilization, taking only a red-filtered flashlight and star chart. It's magnificent, even though I don't have a telescope or astronomical binoculars yet.

11:56 AM  
Blogger L.L. Barkat said...

Mark... no peace 'til the Final Peace, I guess.

Andrea... yes, I'd love to see you write about it over on "Flourishing."

Craver... yes, that's the place I miss. I grew up in deep country, where every night could take your breath away.

Oh, and with your stargazing tendencies, my mom'd love you. She woke us up once at around 3:00 am to show us the Aurora Borealis (yup, on a school night).

4:03 PM  
Blogger Charity Singleton said...

I find myself often longing for my growing up place, too. (Although it's changed as much as I do.)

Maybe that's part of the elusiveness of lullabies -- they keep changing along with us.

Beautiful poetry . . .

4:12 PM  
Blogger Andrea said...

L.L.
I did write a short story on revisiting my childhood home, actually. I'll have to pull it out and revamp it.

8:01 PM  
Blogger Ted Gossard said...

L.L.,

In my own way I miss my growing up place too. Everytime we return there to visit my folks, I am impressed with the beauty I used to take for granted. Maybe I suffer from the same thing (conundrum?) here. Though I do appreciate simple things around here, like a decent blade of grass (not many of those in my yard), leaves from trees, etc.

10:16 PM  
Blogger Martin Stickland said...

Nice barge photo and poem, takes me back to a childhood holiday on a barge here in England. Thanks for bringing that fond memory back to me!

3:35 AM  
Blogger L.L. Barkat said...

Charity... where did you grow up? What was it like? Yes, that's the odd thing about nostalgia... we long for something we really could never return to, as the world keeps changing.

Andrea... I hope I get to read it! :)

Ted... maybe it's time for us to have a group tree-planting ceremony? :)

Martin... which holiday? Do you remember? Funny, but the whole barge thing is so outside of my own experience... interesting to think how our geography changes the way we experience life.

2:50 PM  
Blogger Martin Stickland said...

The barge holiday was when I was young, I just remember sitting on top of the barge in the summer sun sharing a packet of chocolate biscuits with my sister. The barge had to go through big wooden locks and one of my Mum and Dads friends who was sharing the barge with us dropped the big lock key used to open the lock gates in to the canal water and we never found it again. I went to the shop with my Dad and he bought a big bottle of cider which exploded when we got back outside and I remember watching Dad arguing with the shop owner. That's about all I can remember!
In the newspaper last year I remember seeing a photo of Harrison Ford and his partner enjoying the tranquillity of an English Barge holiday.

4:48 PM  
Blogger Andrew said...

Thanks for the compliment, LL!

You can usually find a hi-res version of the pics on my Flickr account (http://www.flickr.com/photos/grannybuttons/).

The stars on cold, clear nights are always magical, and digital photography allows one to photograph them in ways that wasn't possible (or at least practical) before.

Try this one for another taste of stardust:
http://digbig.com/4qckh

Andrew

7:08 PM  
Blogger Kat said...

Hey L.L.

So Where did you grow up :-)? You should tell these things...

There is something about revisiting one's roots. I wrote about my childhood visits to our grandmother's house once...it's a treasure to be able to put the memories and feelings into words.

I think you would LOVE Charolette Mason. She emphasizes live books, vs just reading facts about a particular subject. Her writings fascinate me. I like a blend of CM and Classical... it entirely excites me.

You have a wonderful day there, now Laura! :-)

1:55 PM  
Blogger L.L. Barkat said...

Martin... thanks for that description... wonderful! But the lost key must have been cause for a little frustration!

Andrew... thanks again for the pic and for stopping by. You capture the sky and much else in a beautiful way. :)

Kat... upstate NY... and the rest I'm gonna save for my book. :) Let's just say it was an amazing place, even while my homelife was less than amazing. So, when do we get to see the grandmother's house piece? :)

4:55 PM  
Blogger eph2810 said...

Best wished for your revisions. I hope they are coming along :)...

7:59 PM  
Blogger RissaRoo said...

Just taking a moment to read some of your poetry...this one resonates with me! I miss my growing up place, too. I grew up in a wonderful little city in Montana...and I miss it all too often. You're so right...no peace 'till the Final Peace. It's good to have a place like that in your heart, though...I'd love to read your short story about it!

11:13 PM  

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