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I live in Mooringsport La. and work in construction full time and dabble in art when ever I can. I would love to be able to do my art full time--who knows, maybe one day I will. In the past year, I started doing Festivals, trying to sell my Art. It is ALOT of work, but worth it. I have met so many people with the same interests as myself.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

A Day at the Beach

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I had forgotten what the sea smelled like, and how the salt water breeze felt against my face but as  I got near the water, I recognized the smells and the moment I emerged from the car I remembered the feel of the  salt-touched wind  kissing my face.  How odd  it is that I ended up living out most of my adult life ( thus far)  away from  some of the things that I hold dearest to my heart.  I am a mountain girl.  I grew up in the mountains in Northern Md.  a stones throw from the Appalachian trail and only a few short hours from the coast.   I never really paid my surroundings much attention. I didn’t notice how clean the air felt, how beautiful the sunrise was  , or  the patch-work like fields that I would see from the ridge as I rode  on the bus to school every day.  But I can say that I miss them now.  I miss the mountains and the beaches.  I miss the seclusion and knowing that family is a hop, skip and jump  away.  I live in Louisiana, and have for the  last 22 years.  Yes, there is a rugged beauty here.  When you get off of the beaten path and wander through the woods there is much beauty to be had , but it is a different kind of beauty.  The hills down here don’t  reach nearly as high as the hills at home did and the air isn’t nearly as clean. I call it the “Low Lands”.   A million years ago-before I came here, I had a different “vision “  of Louisiana. It was of  Cyprus Trees with live moss blowing in the wind, growing over and in  the swamps, with little cabins sitting way back into the woods.  Cyprus knees in their yards for ornaments.  That isn’t what its like.   Well, at least where I am anyway.  So—why do I stay.  I guess that there are a million reasons why………………..
There are people that I love here, so I stay because of Lewis……….
and because of my babies……..
because of my friends……
I guess  the main reason that I stay is because I  have built my life here.  A life that I love and feel blessed to have.  A husband who loves me and accepts me for who I am and supports what I  do.   I have planted my feet and grew a world that I am happy to live in
I will always miss home……
The rolling hills and patch-work fields.  The peaks that reach high into the sky, but I will probably live my life now as a low-lander, content with the life and loves that I have built.


  1. I am settled in Michigan because of my husband, so I know how you feel. I grew up around the mountains in the west and I still miss them. I am content with the life I have, but sometimes wish that I could go to the mountains.

  2. Hi My Sweet Friend! I have neglected your blog for a long time now and I'm sorry for that because you have such beautiful stories to tell. I really love this story and I think we all can probably write similar stories.
    Life has plans for us and they usually are quite different from the ones we envision for ourselves...the trick is "to grow where we're planted"!
    Have a beautiful, prosperous and creative New Year!
    Beth P
    P.S. I too love the ocean having grown up in NYC I was surrounded by it but now I find myself being the creative person I dreamed of but nowhere close to the ocean, which I miss terribly. The mountains have their own beauty too I tell myself every morning I look out my window and am surrounded by forest.