Born To A Land

I cannot really explain to you why this place is so important to me. Maybe it's simply in my blood. My father was born on this island. My mother has many good memories there. Many of my aunties and uncles and cousins, still live there even now. There is a longing in me for this place like nothing I have ever known. I wonder sometimes if we are born to a land in a similar way to how we are born to a people. If we're connected to it somehow, in spiritual ways, the kind you just feel. I don't have the answer but when find that I seek one... it is where I want to go. Walking its sands, wading in its warm waters, searching its skies...praying. I feel different when I am there. Mark Twain once said, "For me its balmy airs are always blowing; its summer seas flashing in the sun; the pulsing of its surf is in my ear; I can see its garlanded crags, its leaping cascades, its plumy palms drowsing by the shore, its remote summits floating like islands above the cloud-rack; I can feel the woody solitudes, I hear the 'plashing of the brooks; in my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago. If I might, I would go ashore and never leave."

I know just how he felt when he penned those words. And somehow it's a comfort to know someone else who could not be there... felt it too.