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Dumb, Dumb, Dumb! Home from the Sea

Want to support this new Weekly Prompt site, so I went to their site, got the prompt word and reblogged this poem.  Only after I’d posted it did I realize that it was the HOME page and not the prompt! I trashed it, then decided why not restore it.  Surely someone in the world posted a “Home” prompt today!  Please note that I’m not at the beach now.  This is a poem written three years ago. Here is the Weekly Prompts link with the real prompt word of “hybrid”.  Perhaps I’ll tackle it tomorrow.
https://weeklyprompts.com/

lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown

The Prompt: Re-springing Your Step–Tell us about the last experience you had that left you feeling fresh, energized, and rejuvenated. What was it that had such a positive effect on you?

The Answer: Two months living on the beach in La Manzanilla really did leave me feeling energized, relaxed and a bit nostalgic. I posted some words and photos earlier here and here and here. Below is the rest of the story:

Home from the Sea

That good old salty sea air combined with grainy sand
defined my beach vacation and went great with being tanned.
Felt great under my bare feet and squished between each toe.
And left footprints behind me, wherever I chose to go.
It crusted up my toenails and powdered all my floors.
Seeped into my keyboard and creaked up all my doors.
It told the upstairs neighbors when I’d gone and got back home.

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My Own Back Yard: My Favorite Place

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Much as I’ve loved to stir and roam,
lately my favorite place is home.

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Favorite Quote: Day 3: Wanderlust

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A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it. ~George Moore

This quote says succinctly what I have been saying to friends lately.  I no longer feel the push to travel but would rather stay home and think and write.  At first this made me feel old and then I started to realize that it is in the natural order of things to seek and then reflect.  It is not just a question of energy, but more a matter of the direction of one’s curiosity.  The more I traveled, the more I found that things do not vary that much.  Everywhere I’ve gone, the same personalities are sprinkled over the landscape.  Only the landscape and the percentages change.  Once you’ve found a place where there are the greatest number of people who appreciate you for who you really are, you have found home.  Then the task is to go inwards. That is where the real journey exists.