Although I will never willingly live there again, I am (as I reminded myself with yesterday’s post) a child of the South. There are certain things that can still instantly transport me to that part of myself, a particular sense of rootedness and home that isn’t really so much about the South itself as it is about a deep part of my from-the-moment-of-birth identity. I may no longer be in those places or cultures, but they are mine, and sometimes I open those internal doors and take joy in revisiting those parts of myself.
What does that for me these days? Hmm… Biscuits and gravy at Beth’s Cafe, although I wish I could find a decent dish of grits in Seattle, I miss good grits. True Blood on HBO (more about which in a later post, because there’s lots to say). The Gulf of Mexico at sunset — big warm sky, big warm water, palm trees rustling in the breeze and everything so peaceful. Southern back roads lined with trees dripping in Spanish moss and fruit stands where men in overalls sold strawberries the size of hubcaps and peaches as big as the world.
And music, of course, so today I thought I’d share this old favorite. Enjoy this trip into my South.
(click here if you can’t see the player.)