Another Man’s Rain…

I hate getting wet in another man’s rain… ~ Grandpa

It’s summer in the south…which translates into…hot…humid…dry…days with scattered, pop up thunderstorms…the kind of rains…that…water your neighbor’s grass as you watch from your own parching lawn…or…leave your field to wither and wilt…while the farmer’s across the road is perking up during a good soaking…

I suppose Grandpa got caught in his fair share of the other man’s rains…only to come home to find unsettled dust at our house…at least enough to come up with this bit of wisdom…

Bertha…says it’s all about perspective…and I suppose it is…getting caught in a downpour can either be a celebration or a major frustration…depending on whose lawn is getting watered…and…if it needs the water…

That’s the thing about perspective…it’s wiggly…it changes moment to moment…day to day…just when I think I’ve figured it all out…it changes…

And…maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be…maybe I’m not supposed to have one perspective…concrete…set in stone…never changing…not allowing life to mold and change it…not allowing me to grow…

That feels right to me…that’s my perspective…at least…for today…

Jane

Sweet Home…Moulton, Alabama…

Just the other morning…I realized how much I appreciate living in Moulton, AL…the town of my birth…and raising…as we say in the south…
Moulton, AL…the same town that I’ve spent most of my life trying to get out of…but always seem to come home to…
I’ve been back six years this time…and looks like I’ll be here a while longer…and that’s okay…the wanderlust of my younger years has past…there is just something about seeing the same things that I’ve seen over and over again since my youth…that has become soothing…it’s like the town has a rhythm…a music…of its own…
Like all towns…it is changing…old landmarks are coming down…and new ones are going up…it’s happening at a pace that works…sort of like growing old…you just don’t notice what’s happening…until one day you are…and then…it seems natural enough…
And…I realize…that like the town…I am changing at a pace that works for me as well…some of my old…well-worn…comfortable habits are coming down…and new unfamiliar ones…are taking their place…
There is something so comforting about knowing…and being known…it suits me…so…why…I wonder…did I leave so many times…what was that wanderlust all about…
I can’t totally answer that…but…I think it had something to do…with not feeling like here was enough…that I wasn’t enough…and…that somehow…I could be more…somewhere else…
What I’ve found out…over the years…is what Mama knew before I left…where ever you go…you take yourself with you…you can be happy or sad…rich or poor…educated or illiterate…wherever you are…
It’s who you are…not where you are…that makes the difference…
So…do I love all the changes in the town…not totally…I miss the old Star Theater…even though it’s been empty some 40 years…but…the new Courthouse will be wonderful…and was much needed…
Do I love all the changes in me…not totally…I miss some of my old habits…even though they haven’t served me in about as long…but…I really do embrace…the new habits…they are wonderful…and much needed…
Jane