Falling Head Over Heels

Do you remember what it was like....you know when you were falling in love?  Smitten.  Google eyed.  Star struck.  Giddy?

I think I have fallen in love again.  

No, not with someone else.

Something else.

I've fallen head over heels for the Sandhills of Nebraska.  
When I come home-I want to go back.  I get lost in  these hills.  

No not literally...not usually.  Lost in the gigantic enormity of the sky and the grass.

It is as if the bigness of my responsibilities and expectations in my life disappear in the grandeur of the hills.  My life pales in comparison and put in perspective.

It's not what it looks like but rather what it feels like to stand in the quietness and the stillness of the wide open rolling hills. 

One feels the bigness the same as feeling the sun or the wind on skin.  A feeling deep within my heart.  

I've simply fallen in love!  Maybe because of the familiarity the land has to my home place growing up.  

Maybe because my phone won't work at all and I'm free for hours to think.

No, it is not even that...

I am in love with the feeling.  

 

The feeling that the land stirs deep within me.  

Similar to the windmills pumping water out of the ground.  

The sandhills draws out of a deep reservoir of my memory bank........drawn from a very deep pool. 

Bringing to the surface years of yearning and my heart's cry.