River Jordan || Author, Speaker, Radio Personality

Ramblings. As in: Have Words -Will Ramble. As in: Ramble: to write or talk aimlessly or without sequence of ideas, to proceed with turns and twists; meander As In: observances of an everyday life in passing through the spectrum of extraordinary.

Monday, November 30, 2009

We're home again. Or at least back in Nashville. My wonderful friend Dr. Usoh explains to me that home is where you come from no matter where you live. In that sense we've just returned from home at least for me. My Pennsylvania man has more family members now living on the Gulf Coast than I do. Perhaps we are migrating - so that one day home will be, in every sense of the word inTennessee and not the swampy, Gulf Coast of Northern Florida.

I was delighted to be raised in a place that I can only call magical in every sense of the word. Stars and heat lightening. Green phosphorous sparkling in the moonshine on the salty water. Cypress trees in the swamps with night birds calling. Now, up on this hill in Tennessee, we have more coyotes howling, plenty of owls calling, dusty sunsets over the ridge, colder air, four clear seasons. It's a magic of a different kind and all it's own. And every year that we build a fire and burrow in, every year that I emerge from Winter amazed at all the shades of green that Tennessee offers up to me, or wade barefoot on the rocky soil of freezing creeks, it becomes more and more home to me. I go 'home' where Mama is, and return home up on the hill surrounded by trees to work, live, and write as best I see fit and can muster. I love big from up here. I guess that's the main thing and if you can keep loving life and the people that cross your path old and new, then anyplace you hang your hat can be called home with pride. I think one of my main criteria for knowing that I'm in the right spot is being able to hear, "Have agoodun." The interpretation for which is "Have a good day." But this is the land I live in where even the new immigrants of every shade will offer me a smile and say, "Have agoodun." I agree. It's what I aspire to. To not take this life for granted or the minutes that we've been gifted on every living, breathing day.

This past week has been full of travels and people to be thankful for. We've eaten turkey, dressing, pies, and cakes. We've watched football with the brothers and husband has gone fishing with that 'baby boy' just back from Iraq (they came back with grouper galore.) I've seen that son home from Afhanistan and we've gotten hugs and kisses from the baby Adorables. Now it's home to the writing, to radio, and work I love. My cup truely, blessedly runneth over with the blessings of this life. And you dear reader, continue to be one of those great blessings. The words mean nothing without your being a part of my life. I pray that as the week unfolds your cup also is overflowing with all good things. In other words I hope you have a goodun. A good day, a good week, a good life.

Keep reading, keep dreaming, and keep believing!

River Jordan

posted by River Jordan at 1:45 PM

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