Morning Meanderings…. Fences.
Minnesota has finally hit COLD. Currently as I sit inside with both hands around COFFEE CUP it is 19 below zero. The coldest temps that we have had yet this year. The kind of temp that makes Al (hubby) and I talk about moving to some place warm like Florida, at least perhaps eventually like snow birds….gone for the cold months, back for my favorites Spring – Fall. It is not an easy topic for me because I have so many attachments to my home town.
In the book, Between The World And Me, which my book club will be reading and reviewing tomorrow evening there is a line that works into this topic…
We did not choose our fences.
In the book, Ta-Nehisi Coates is writing to his son about the ways of our world and in this line he is referring to the fences that contain us. More pointedly he is referring to the fences of being born Africa American, however as I look around my home this morning… the home that I have lived in since my mom built it after the fire in 1980, the home I inherited after her accident in 1996, the home that sits next to the property where I had lived since I was 3 and used to play with my sister in the back yard that is now the home of our business; I believe we all have fences. The same home that I celebrated my teenage birthdays with friends and cake, where I spent hours talking with my mom about all the things that teenage girls talk to their moms about, the home where I raised my two boys from ages 6 and 8, the home where we laughed and worked on school projects and made Harry Potter capes out of blankets and watched movies as a family and baked cookies and painted bedrooms football team colors and planted gardens and completed years of homework and celebrated school sports wins with popcorn mixed with gummy bears and m and m’s, and handed over keys to first cars and sat up into the night talking about first love and heart break, the home of laughing until it hurt, holding tight to the past, and the home that now has 2 trees planted in the back yard in memory of my son…
We all have fences.
Where the heck did that come from?
I am going to need a second (who am I kidding) third cup of coffee.
Anyhoo. I think fences will be an excellent discussion point for our group tomorrow. As this book is different than anything we have ever read, I have been creating some good discussion topics. I love books that stretch us, think our of the box – or in this case out of the fence.
What fences do you have in your life?