I find myself smiling when I hear southern accents on the TV and am finding I want to read books set in the south.I never knew nor would have known if I hadn't lived elsewhere how much my roots mean to me and how proud I am to be southern. I get teased almost daily by patients and family members at work about my accent and some seem to think that because I talk slow I am slow but I am not. I just smile and go about my business.
I love the south for so many reasons:
The food-no place has better food, and I love the way the food is such a part of the culture. It is how we say I love you, I am sorry , and welcome.I miss sweet tea, real bbq,catfish and hushpuppies and on and on.
The music-I miss the haunting melodies of bluegrass in the mountains, the mourningly beautiful blues and the poetry of country music and the anthems of my youth from Southern Rock.
The landscape-the beauty of a magnolia in bloom, the sweet beauty of azaleas blooming as if dressed for a prom, the Spanish moss hanging from trees like tears, the lightning bugs on a summer night , the sugar white sands of the Florida panhandle.
The history- We southerners appreciate where we came from and know that it makes us who we are. I find that even on facebook sometimes we southerners can trace a family tree like no other people.
The faith-I find it comforting that in most towns in the south there are more churches than anything else. It is such a part of life and the fabric of the south.There is nothing more beautiful than a Black gospel choir praising god .
I don't know when but I think eventually we will be going home to either Nashville or North Carolina. I want to be able to spend holidays with my sister and watch my niece and nephew grow up.
So this year will be a year of choices and changes and I am okay with that. I am okay with letting go and following where my prayers and heart leads. I don't know who the quote is by below but I love it
In the South, the breeze blows softer... neighbors are friendlier, nosier, and more talkative. (By contrast
with the Yankee, the Southerner never uses one word when ten or twenty will do). This is a different
place. Our way of thinking is different, as are our ways of seeing, laughing, singing, eating, meeting
and parting. Our walk is different, as the old song goes, our talk and our names. Nothing about us is
quite the same as in the country to the north and west. What we carry in our memories is different,
too and that may explain everything else.