Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself and know that everything in this life has a purpose.
I am reading the book 'Eat Pray Love'. There was a section about what word describes your city. As in New York would be ambition. Rome in that case was sex. Basically you need to match the word in your life that matches your city. In my case it would be more about my area as I live in a county in the country. So for days after I read that section I went over and over what I thought would be the word for my part of the world.
A word that matched with me. Because I do have peace with where I am living. I fit for the most part. Don't get me wrong I have gripes about being so far away from really nice restaurants, movie theaters, concerts...shopping! I have to drive a pretty good distance for great shoes, clothes, etc. And my philosophy of life may disagree with many other people here. And sometimes people assume being born country doesn't mean country style and a simple way of living with hard work but more of a backward, ignorant, worthless approach to life.
But all areas have pros and cons. That is the point. It has to be what you are looking for at that given time in your life. I did not want to here in my early twenties and left. As many kids do. Small towns don't exactly have a lot of social life going on. If you are single and career oriented this isn't exactly where you'd fit.
So back to what is it that makes me wake up every day knowing this is home. Knowing this is where I belong.
What one word goes hand in hand with Patrick County and me.
I thought about "friendly" but that to me is more of Mount Airy next door. And friendly is not exactly my word. Same with "nice" . Sure this place is filled with super nice but we have some real meanies too.
"Beautiful" because it is that. Every single district in this county has at least one spot that is your favorite and you can't wait to drive through it because it's beauty always grabs you. But lots of areas in our great nation are beautiful and scenic.
"Quiet"- I almost settled on quiet. Because it is quiet here. And that is why I love it so much. My house is quiet. My woods are quiet. Quiet except for natures own voice. I love the quiet. I can think- I can breath- I have peace. (Except when Toonces has the TV on too loud and that is just another post)
But then one word jumped into my head. Then I saw that word in status after status in Facebook from friends that live here. I've heard it over and over in conversations. It is how I feel every single morning when I look out my windows. A feeling that God has touched this area that I live in with his own hand. A feeling that I feel every day. And that word is BLESSED.
Yes. I think the word for this area is blessed. The majority of people who live here seem to feel that no matter what happens in our life we have been blessed. In a family death we feel blessed to have even known and had a relationship with that person. We have been blessed by over whelming beauty. Lands rich and lush. Fresh air, sparkling streams. Wildlife. We have been touched by grace. We love our families, the children, our neighbors...We respect our parents. We cherish our friends. We love and we are blessed. When we are up we are thankful we have been blessed. When we are down we are thankful for the love and good memories we were blessed with.
Blessed- highly fortunate or favored.
I think for the most part that is what people I know here seem to feel. By however we worship or believe. Not by religion but by spirit. I think we just tend to count our blessings here in Patrick County! I think we appreciate the little things!
So what does any of this have to do with our wonderful little fair that went on this past week- a fair I hope to post photos of all through the week. Well, as I was walking in the tin building during the rain with many other fair guests I saw this little pumpkin. And I knew that yes, I had the right word.
So there you go.
I am sure an area has many words. Many descriptions. But this is my fit.
This pic was also on FB but the sky was so majestic I wanted to share it on the blog too.
Being beaten by my punk nephew. But I took the loss well.
I love taking fair photos. It is like a colorful expression of Americana or something...I can't explain it. I just know how much I love it.
I love how they reflect fun parts of our culture...our community.
I hate to overload as I often do so let me end with some of the sweetest things anyone in this life could ever ask to be blessed with. I think to ever have just an inth of love from these little guys is quite something.
Perry- my sweet little fish in my bag- was not blessed with a long life.