It would take, I think, the same hurricane-force winds to tear me from my own bit of Earth that it takes to uproot the mighty oak trees around here. And, yet, there’s really not a day that goes by that some part of me doesn’t long for the West Virginia mountains, and another part that doesn’t long for the highlands of Caledonia.
Where does your spirit reside?
Wherever it is, I hope that, tonight, you are with those you love. Because that is what truly brings our spirits and our bodies home.