I am feeling a big, big pull to get back to my roots. To simplify. To pare down. To seek out and honor my priorities.
More time with people I love. More time outside. More time with my hands in the dirt. More learning and seeking and trusting my intuition. A lot more movement.
And more and more I am finding myself seeking out stories from my past. Quizzing my grandparents about their childhoods and their parents and where I came from. The people I came from. Their stories. Asking about recipes and heirlooms and our history. I've always been deeply interested in my ancestry and have always loved stories about my family, and the older I get, the more I feel the pull to document and preserve these stories. To identify their woven threads of history showing up in my own life. To know their struggles, their flaws, and their goodness. To learn what I can from them. Even the hard stuff. To have courage enough to love and forgive them despite their flaws and inherent dysfunctions.
(Because it's there. We all have it. And we would be in deep denial if we weren't honest about the fact that our histories are sometimes a little or a whole lot messy and ugly. But there's always good there too. Even if that means breaking the barriers of dysfunction and exiting unhealthy patterns. Deep admiration for those who had the courage to change their fate and choose a better life when circumstances and people tried to force otherwise.)
I am especially interested in their connections with others - neighbors stopping by, family gatherings, community events. The things and food and the reasons that brought people together and formed bonds that all the technology in the world can't replace. To sit peacefully and contentedly on a porch swing listening to the lullabies of Spring peepers and knowing that's enough.
When I went home at Christmas, I asked my grandparents to dig out their old photo albums. Below are some snapshots of my great-grandparents, Grandma Ruby and PaPa Perry (the namesakes of this blog), as well as my grandparents, Granny and PaPa, and my Mom.
Grandma Ruby and PaPa Perry on their 50th Wedding Anniversary. They are standing in the kitchen of their home; the same home where Chris and I first lived after we got married.
PaPa Perry and my Mom.
My Granny and PaPa with my Mom. Look at their style!
Grandma Ruby and Mom above and below. They shared a birthday month.
Happy Saturday, my friends. I hope it's a good one.
Sites I Dig
The Road is Home
The Seed & Plate
Sharon Covert Photography
The Define School
The Noisy Plume
Sarah Gee Photography
Fox & Owl Studio
The Stork and The Beanstalk
Mellow Yellow Photography
A Simple Little Journal
What I've Been Reading
The Girls by Emma Cline
A Land More Kind Than Home by Wiley Cash
Dark Places by Gillian Flynn
Never Broken by Jewel
Hold Still by Sally Mann