Manderley - Part 3

We stand at the edge of the marsh together, then Gerry suggests a walk toward the high point on the land a short distance away.  Together we step across the stubble left from last years's crop of canola.  Foolishly, I've worn sandals and the short sharp remnants of the canola leave scratches on my legs. Tangible memories of Manderley that I will carry back home when we leave.

As I stand on this little hill and look in all directions I realize that I feel like myself in a way that I had forgotten.  There is a Linda I barely know anymore. 

The eclectic selection of music we've been listening to on our road trip includes a song co-written by Canadian performer Michael Buble called Home.  The music and the lyrics tug at my soul; I too want to go home.  One line in particular speaks of a place I have been often lately.  "And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life."

The pain in my shoulder and arm that I've been dealing has disappeared since we arrived on the prairie.  I felt the stress begin to fall from my body a few days ago when we drove out of the Rocky Mountains and the prairie appeared.  Somehow, my body instinctively knew to breathe deeper.

We walk; we talk; we drive slowly back toward the town and our appointed time to meet with the Realtor.  We're already late but it's okay. 

4 comments:

Susan said...

Tears stream down my face as I follow you "home", Linda. I feel your yearning, I feel your tensions and pain recede, and I feel the peace you find standing on the land. This is as much a spiritual and soul journey for you, as it is road trip. You were seeking--you found. You found home and you found Linda. I'm so pleased for you, my friend!

Sassy Granny ... said...

Who says "you can't go home again"? We do in so many ways, and never more than you're experiencing right now.

I read back over your other posts, and couldn't help but think how alike we are. What captivates your heart, captivates mine too ... especially the simple things, and the ties that bind!

I pray you'll continue to travel with good health and much vigor. What a beautiful prairie on which to leave your mark.

Kathleen

Terri Tiffany said...

And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life."
I woke up this morning with memories of the house we lived in and built back in PA and I had trouble shaking the feeling. For me, my home is family and when we live apart from them, it will never be home.

Olde Common Scents said...

I, too, believe that everything happens for a reason. Put your trust in God. Sounds like a beautiful place. I've never seen a prairie, in person. I wonder what it would be like? ;)Alyssa