I didn't even realize until I stepped back to look at my freshly painted sunset, that the mountains in the background look like my beloved Topa Topa Mountains (Chumash Indian for Pink Moment) in the Ojai Valley of southern CA. There is a huge part of my heart in these mountains. I "now" see it just poked its head up to remind me it's embedded in my thoughts even when I'm not consciously thinking about Ojai, CA.
I moved here to OH about 11 years ago. I love it here. People around here ask me if I lost a bet when they find out I came from CA. "Why would you want to move here?!" I always point out all the wonderful reasons I love it here. Usually they walk away remembering they love OH, too.
For one thing, there's water in the lakes, streams, and it's green here, I mean, really, REALLY green. Not many mountains but living on a lake like I do is beyond a perk. I can step out my door, step into my kayak and just putzzz, miles and miles of what feels like endless lakes to explore. Wow. But I don't consider CA my home even after living there for for over 35 years. It's the Colorado Rockies I will forever have jutting up in my heart like mountain peaks of snow covered love.
Snowbrush wrote a beautiful post yesterday about "returning home". He stirred my memories up in a great way, and made me believe we all must have these inner, emotional attachments--good or bad--to the places we were raised. I cannot say it even with an ounce of the emotion, and grace, Snowbrush put into a series of posts that will "take you back home." He writes from the heart. He is a welcomed friend of mine here in Bloogy Land.