This is so beautiful, Jocelyn. I was in San Jose for my daughter’s graduation and spent a few days in Walnut Creek last week. I even ran a few miles on the Iron Horse Trail. So, so different from SoCal and wondering if I could live there. Your poem makes it so inviting.
These words: "How could I have been so lucky to grow up here? How could I have been so foolish as to have ever left?" Exactly how I feel about growing up in Washington, surrounded by fir and salt water. It's such a bittersweet longing when we get to go home, isn't it? Thankful to have had it, wishing we could have had more, knowing we likely won't.
Oh that’s so it. So much deep wanting for more. But could I ever get enough? Even with every breath of my lifetime? I don’t think so. There is some comfort in that. ❤️❤️❤️
Korie, thank you so much for saying that. It feels so sweet and affirming to know there are other humans who feel this same way. We see each other. ♥️🙏
Oh my. You've captured my longing for my favorite place on earth. I am in a different place now, and there is, most definitely, worth, but northern California is my heart-space. Beautiful.
This is so beautiful, Jocelyn. I was in San Jose for my daughter’s graduation and spent a few days in Walnut Creek last week. I even ran a few miles on the Iron Horse Trail. So, so different from SoCal and wondering if I could live there. Your poem makes it so inviting.
Oh my gosh, we were in the same playground! One of these days we shall meet in person, I’m sure of it.
It’s so so so different then a so cal.
And thank you for the lovely compliment. 🙏❤️
These words: "How could I have been so lucky to grow up here? How could I have been so foolish as to have ever left?" Exactly how I feel about growing up in Washington, surrounded by fir and salt water. It's such a bittersweet longing when we get to go home, isn't it? Thankful to have had it, wishing we could have had more, knowing we likely won't.
Oh that’s so it. So much deep wanting for more. But could I ever get enough? Even with every breath of my lifetime? I don’t think so. There is some comfort in that. ❤️❤️❤️
Oh Jocelyn, your words pull at the things we love that live so deep inside we often don’t know they are there.
Oh wow Donna, what a gorgeous compliment. I’m deeply touched. Thank you. 🙏🥰
You’re in the high Sierra? - A sacred place and your poem speaks to that.
I am! Well, I was. Truckee and Long Lake and somewhere of of Fordyce Trail and also Lake Tahoe. Such deeply sacred spaces. ❤️
More poems, please. 🥰
Oooooh okay! Thank you so much for the invitation, Amy!
Love this poem… I experience a similar longing to be immersed in the miraculous quiet of nature.
Korie, thank you so much for saying that. It feels so sweet and affirming to know there are other humans who feel this same way. We see each other. ♥️🙏
Oh my. You've captured my longing for my favorite place on earth. I am in a different place now, and there is, most definitely, worth, but northern California is my heart-space. Beautiful.
We are sisters in that, Shannon. Thank you for these words. My longing heart sends a hug to yours. ♥️♥️♥️
This is so beautiful. The ache in me sees the ache in you. ♥️
Oh thank you sweet Kendall. 🙏♥️