tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22316225.post3456852260801170802..comments2023-08-29T16:12:16.314-05:00Comments on The Extended Table: Sussurous...The Friendly Neighborhood Piperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801966842022621248noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22316225.post-37900645786559368282008-05-31T21:59:00.000-05:002008-05-31T21:59:00.000-05:00It is the mountains for me... and I do believe it ...It is the mountains for me... and I do believe it is genetic in some way.<BR/><BR/>And as much as I HATE the cold, cannot stand it... the cold barren rocky places. I feel a pull there, even though I know I could not physically take it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22316225.post-89783262277729381052008-05-31T10:05:00.000-05:002008-05-31T10:05:00.000-05:00Its an interesting concept...and you find it the w...Its an interesting concept...and you find it the world over. I'm not so sure its godly or righteous to be drawn to something as temporal as the land, but the attachment is there nonetheless...to be dealt with one way or the other.The Friendly Neighborhood Piperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07801966842022621248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22316225.post-72837285202935250542008-05-31T00:12:00.000-05:002008-05-31T00:12:00.000-05:00My land connection would be the rolling farm land ...My land connection would be the rolling farm land of NW Ohio. I can totally relate to the draw on the soul and the land of our forefathers even if mortal relations are non existent.Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08867740154344192274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22316225.post-84222161755094094352008-05-30T22:06:00.000-05:002008-05-30T22:06:00.000-05:00There is something about the earth. It can be barr...There is something about the earth. It can be barren and fertile, hard and yielding at the same time, kind of like ourselves sometimes. It's like the old man and the new man. My dad instilled a love for the land in me and an awe and respect for the people who lived, laughed and loved before me on this very spot of land that we call home. Personally, I'm torn between the ocean and this spot in Sea-galhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04399461480009608646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22316225.post-65170192472695998632008-05-30T15:37:00.000-05:002008-05-30T15:37:00.000-05:00Hmmm... I kinda found myself partial to the desert...Hmmm... I kinda found myself partial to the desert when I lived in California. Though rolling green hills will do it for me too, in a pinch.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22316225.post-65793622669523046872008-05-30T13:50:00.000-05:002008-05-30T13:50:00.000-05:00Much has been written about man's connections to t...Much has been written about man's connections to the land, where ever that land might be. The English-speaking poets are big on this subject and can be mystical about it... particularly the English themselves.<BR/><BR/>But yeah... the land is in us, and we're in the land. The folks with direct connections in this space are fortunate, indeed. (As opposed to us life-long itinerants with no Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22316225.post-22656436367305681502008-05-30T07:00:00.000-05:002008-05-30T07:00:00.000-05:00Mountains do it for me. It is like the mantle of ...Mountains do it for me. It is like the mantle of our father's and grandfather's has been placed around our shoulders - sometimes giving us a double portion. I don't think this is always a blessing - sometimes it is a stronghold to be overcome.Bag Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01885412195900280096noreply@blogger.com