I was home for Christmas

Well, the holidays have come and are almost gone. I got home yesterday evening from a trip to VA/DC to hang out with friends over the holidays. However, prior to that, I went home to Missouri for Christmas, it was a lovely and short trip to home. I flew through Chicago to KC and from KC we drove three hours to Springfield on the 23rd. I came home on the 26th and then headed to VA/DC for the weekend. This trip home was quite good. Three days is just long enough of a visit with my family. Mom's cooking. Well there is never anything like it. So here is a picture of me, my brother, mom and dad.
Mom reverted to the "old days" and got matching shirts for the boys. HA!!
On Christmas Day, we all went and saw Alvin and the Chipmunks. We all laughed. The animation of these little guys is quite marvelous. Worth the price of a matinee.
One of the things I did this time was take a few pictures of the family farm. One place in particular really calls to me and that is the river bottom on the property. It is a quiet place with hills around. It's called Hominey. I'm not sure where the name comes from. I also managed to spend some time with the stones on the farm. More and more the stones have faces, take a look at the two shots of the rock person I talked to. I wasn't there long enough to converse. Rocks require some slowing down. However, it is this ground that my daddy's family grew up on that still calls to the deep parts of me. The river, the rocks, the faery portals all over the land have a draw to me. There is no clarity about what I'm supposed to do with this "calling."
Reader Comments (1)
These are great photos, Birch! You, your dad and your brother are certainly like peas in a pod (and not just because of the shirts!). I love the faery portal stones, and am so glad you had a magical time.
Dorothy got it right -- there's no place like home!
Happy New Year!
Love,
Beth