After learning that I was blogging, a friend asked me, “What are you blogging about?” My mind went blank, and I had to think of how I was going to articulate what this blog means to me in a clear sentence. Distracted by something else in the room, we both went on to the next thing (indicative of today’s fast-paced, multi-tasking culture!), but his enquiry stayed with me throughout the day.
What am I blogging about? Many of my friends have clear purposes for their blogs: book reviews, sharing the adventures of their first home, travel, parish ministry, and the anticipation of a baby.
Thus far, I’ve written about the story behind the name of the blog, a very special small town in Indiana, and hometowns. These posts all have common threads: land, reflection, home, growth, geography. They are small glimpses of the grander themes that seem to be in keeping with “God’s Acre.” This indeed is a time for trying out new seeds, nurturing what works, reflecting on why (or why not) it’s working, and knowing when it’s time to plant again.
Thanks for joining me on this (sometimes) obscure journey!
Image: Spring Turning by Grant Wood (1936). Reynolda House, Museum of American Art, Winston-Salem, NC. http://www.reynoldahouse.org/
During the typical discourse of introductions and networking, we’ve all been asked, “Where are you from?” While some of us are certain of the answer, the rest of us are ambiguous.
In the profile section of Facebook, there is a window for the user to input your hometown. Users are forced to decide – where am I from? Where do I call my “hometown?” I’ve filled out this window more than once (and deleted it more than once), with the names of different towns where I’ve lived, never quite being able to land on which town I want to claim as my “hometown.”
In my last blog entry, I wrote about Dana, Indiana – a precious little place in Western Indiana where I visit during summers, and where lived a child. I could claim Dana. I was born in California, and so I could claim it. I would certainly call the long period that I lived in Reidsville, NC, my most formative years -middle and high school, first boyfriend, church formation, and accepting a call to ministry (First Baptist Church, Reidsville). Reidsville would certainly qualify as a suitable response for any hometown enquiries. Still, I’m ambivalent – having lived in California, Indiana, and several towns in North Carolina.
To be coy, “home is where the heart is,” and that is always true. Hometowns, however, may be subject to other variables.
Where do you call your hometown? What’s in a hometown?