I found this meme at Semicolon, and had to spend some time thinking about it before attempting my own. It came out rather suddenly this morning after my shower, and though there's much more I could have said, this is what fell onto the page. Tomorrow I might write a different one.
Where I Am From...
I am from bright hard winter mornings, sun glittering off the snow, thermometer stuck at fifteen below; bundled in snowpants and boots to feed the horse snorting in great white billows, and the poultry eager for fresh hot water to bathe their chilly toes.
I am from wood floors, wood stoves, and red geraniums on sunny afternoons.
I am from homemade bread, handsewn jumpers, and a house open to all.
I am from music, everywhere, several kinds at once: piano, violin, recorder, Bach upstairs and Amy Grant downstairs.
I am from skiing and softball and the patientest teacher; I am from tea parties, doll houses, mud pies, and a long, long childhood.
I am from potlucks and Bible verses and families; I am from drama so deep it consumes.
I am from stacks of library books, and reading till senseless.
I am from Aristotle, Jane Austen, Kierkegaard, and C.S. Lewis; I am from thinking and talking and laughing myself silly.
I am from wonder and worth and warmth; I am from abundance.