All Places Holy

From the shoreline on the Eastern side we drove to the far Western side of the state. So gradual an incline my ears told me I was on higher ground. My first time away from home, full of dreams I took in the lush mountain terrain. The sun laid out a carpet before me that day and the warm breeze lured me with promises. The sinus headache procured from the altitude confined me to the dark for three days.

 
Years later, here I remain. Sometimes these mountains hold me like a prisoner, each season displaying a cure along with side effects. There is no beauty without pain.

 
Deep roots intertwine
Looking for my name in sand
And the smell of sea

 

Glo/napowrimo.net day 12

Today, we’d like to challenge you specifically to write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun.

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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