Shore Ride

Shore Ride  March 21 2011

In childhood, our first impressions of the earth

Must mark us deeply.

I’m on a train today, following the long New England shore

To New York City. 

The houses, clapboard cubes in muted colors,

Are houses as they ought to be –

Triangled eaves, little windows, deeply sloping roofs,

Cozy shelters from the ice and snow. 

The granite crops out everywhere –

Whether angled or rubbed smooth,

Its hardness evident,

It calls to mind the dour and stubborn

View of life the grownups taught,

The need for discipline, endurance, steady strength

To weather life.

Even now, though spring has come,

The driving snow blots out the view.

I think back to my origins, remembering,

Remembering.  I feel my roots here in New England.

I know this light, this soil, these woods.

I’m grateful for the chance to visit once again

To sense my continuity of self,

To know belonging. 

Reflection

For most of my adult life, I’ve thought I didn’t have any roots.  But when I came back to New England, I knew that wasn’t true.  Now 72, I haven’t lived here for over 50 years.  However, each time I visit, I know this place in a way I know no other.  It’s part of me.  Its light, its ground, its geography, its houses, its rhythm – all permeated me once, and remain still within me, at my deepest level of being.  I listen to its cadences in speech and bird song,  smell its tangy air,  watch how people walk and smile and hold themselves – it’s all a part of me.  I’m a child of this place although I’ve lived elsewhere.  New England’s in my genes, my chromosomes, my atoms, and perhaps my soul.  Being here renews my life force – the power of Home.

About Rev. Rosemary Hyde, Ph.D.

I am a grandmother, a classical homeopath, a mystical poet, and an interfaith minister. I also have a large, enduring place in my heart for Paris. I first spent time in Paris in 1961, as a Fulbright scholar. I remained in France for three years, living also in Toulouse and in Nancy. I have revisited France and Paris multiple times since then, and have come to know central Paris reasonably well. I grew up in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, where there were many Franco-Americans, and their language fascinated me. I was fortunate in 6th grade, when my family moved, to find myself in a Catholic French speaking girls' school, where I had the wonderful fortune of becoming bilingual. It still feeds my soul deeply, to visit Paris, speak French, and reconnect with the little French girl in me. I am serving presently as co-minister at Unity Center of Peace in Chapel Hill, NC. I give talks one or two Sundays a month -- please go to the website, www.unitychapelhill.org, and sign up for the weekly e-news to learn what's going on -- special events, seasonal interfaith ceremonies, and Sunday themes and talks. My vision for the Unity Chapel Hill ministry and for myself is to become a loving, uniting presence in the lives of all those who cross paths with us. That's all there is, really -- loving presence. And so it is. Amen. My goal as a minister is to add richness to life for those who resonate to more than one religious tradition or to none -- those with mixed religions as well as the unchurched, untempled, and unmosqued. All of us, whatever our cultural allegiances, hunger for and need support in finding the transcendent joy that's ours to find in this earthly life. All of us need and want to celebrate beautifully the great and small milemarker moments. All of us crave the beauty of prayer as an expression of our participation in universal love. All of us wish to learn a greater vision, to see our lives opening to the Divine. All of us desire deeply to find serenity and peace that lasts no matter what happens today and tomorrow. This is the meaning of Transcendessence. We find the essence of spirit and transcend the narrow constraints of our bodies and egos. Join us today by subscribing, so you won't miss a single poem, message, prayer, or meditation.
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