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Friday, November 2, 2012

These Roots Run Deep



Five Minute Friday
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
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 And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
Oh and Ahem, if you would take pity and turn off comment verification, it would make leaving some love on your post that much easier for folks! – Lisa Jo



My roots go down deep, deep to the core of the earth through the limestone and granite and shale of these mountains.  The rough hard stone covered by grass and laurel and tree.  

The wildflowers that spring up and the creeks that run swift are my cousins.
We sing with strings and dance with flat feet across board porches and through cow pastures.  

Crawdads become children’s prey and dandelion fluff our arrows of war.  Grapevines swing us out into the unknown.

The smells of honeysuckle and ham from the smokehouse take me back to my roots.  Any old brushfire with hickory switches will do to transport me to my mountains.  A blue place filled with mist and light and snow in June.

My roots give me the strength and fire of a tent revival preacher to reach up to the heavens.  

High.



Thankful today for my extended family that I can always return to back home.




29 comments:

  1. This felt really wild and free as I read it - I could feel your love for your homeland! Great to see you via Five n Friday today!

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    1. Thank you. It is a wild and free place.

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  2. Oh my goodness! This was so beautiful, Amy! I can see that lovely, old place you're talking about and it makes me want to go there.

    Blessings!

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    1. Thank you. I'd love to have you come visit some time. Open invitation!

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  3. wow wow wow girl! So beautiful. I could smell and taste and see all you were describing. I could feel your special roots!

    Love, Traci Michele

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    1. Oh, thank you. I love this place so much and just want to let others have a little piece of it.

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  4. Oh, so lovely, Amy!!! Love, love, love!

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    1. Now don't you really want to come down sometime??

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    2. I don't need to- I get to read your beautiful posts!! :)
      But in seriousness, of course! I love the mountains- I always have.

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    1. Oh, thank you so much for those kind words.

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  6. So love this friend. Beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing. Blessings.

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    1. Thank you, your little mountains are awfully pretty too down there. :)

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  7. No mountains in my roots, but plenty of crawdads and dandelion fluff! Oh...and I can't forget the grasshoppers...lots of those, too! Thanks for bringing back some good memories Amy!

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    1. I never went for the grasshoppers. They pinched and spit "baccer" juice on your hands. :)

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    1. Just about 6 hours south of yours. That's from White Top Mtn on the Appalachian Trail. Good ole Washington county. :)

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  9. Love, love, love!!! In a little way, you took me back to my childhood home, too.
    Hope you're doing well:))

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    1. Thanks. All us Blue Ridge gals have that same thing running through us, don't we?

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  10. This is just plain fun to read!
    I love it, and like others want to go there too.
    Glad your roots bring out the tent revival preacher in you!

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    1. Thanks, you will just have to find your way down some time.

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  11. "My roots give me the strength and fire of a tent revival preacher to reach up to the heavens. "
    --I love that line...and love hearing where you are from...the place that began your heartbeat.

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    1. Thank you so much. It's hard to really know a person if you don't have some sort of grasp on their past.

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  12. Girl...thank you for taking me home with you!
    I enjoyed my vivid visit.

    what a beautiful write, friend!

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    1. Nikki, you are most welcome to come see them for yourself sometime. I'd love to show you my mountains.

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  13. What a beautiful write of a place that tugs deep on your heart...these lines:" Crawdads become children’s prey and dandelion fluff our arrows of war. Grapevines swing us out into the unknown." What fun ...thanks, Amy :)

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    1. Thanks, it was a fun place to be as a kid, although I cringe now at some of the stuff we did.

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