As I look up from the computer tonight I can see the full moon bathing the earth with it's ghostly glorious light. It is so clear and close that I can see the craters and seas even though I am peering through the slats of the window blinds. Beautiful. Heart wrenching.
It is heart wrenching because this kind of massive moon makes me think of the Keweenaw Peninsula. That is where the moon and I have shared some private moments. Moments where its just us. Just the two of us.
You see, at this time in my life I could really use some of those heart to heart conversations with a Keweenaw moon. College (again?!). Drone job. Offspring struggling to find themselves. Standing beside a spouse whose mother is facing a showdown with Mr Grim. Watching my own mother slide farther and farther adrift in the cognitive ocean. Wondering what in the hell I am to do when I grow up. All this has me wanting to run off to the where the wild things are. I am intensely Yearning for the U.P.
I won't run off. I will stand here. At least for now. Hanging on. That is what I will do. What I must do.
There must be others who have known the Yoop that feel this way. Yearning for those woods. Those rocks. Those streams. The Big Lake. All the while stuck in some other thing, some other where, some other how. Cut off from the land that gives them strength. The land that gives them shelter. The land.
Is there something wrong with me that I have such an attachment to some bits of wood, rock and H2O? I don't know.
And I don't know if anyone will ever see this besides my instructor. This classwork spawned blog has not exactly been burning up the Internet. Ah, ......well.
If anyone who is also Yearning for the U.P. does see this, now you know you are not the only one. Look forward to when you can at least visit your heart land. Myself, I will be visiting in mid-March. None too soon.
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