tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607719101484462692.post8304330118721182719..comments2024-01-23T12:27:05.258+00:00Comments on The Stone and the Star: Al Purdy, Tom Thomson, the Group of Seven, and Canada: "A Country That No Man Can Comprehend"Clarissa Aykroydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08571136118573329263noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-607719101484462692.post-42261771393738889832012-02-01T05:19:12.457+00:002012-02-01T05:19:12.457+00:00Nice post, I think I can understand on many levels...Nice post, I think I can understand on many levels, even though I've never been east of Alberta. ;) I think the lines of the poem that stuck me most were <br />"the ordinary places become endearments<br />that slip into your mind and grow there<br />and you change into what you already are"<br />I'm not sure when it dawned on me, but I remember finally realizing that the place I want to be more than any other is in the forests of the mountains of BC. I spent so many years marvelling at the beauty and novelty of Japan, enjoying it if were something better than what I had grown up with. And I do love Japan, but when I go to Canada now there is something that clicks inside me, like something can finally relax, be at home, be contented and at peace. There is a love for the place you grow up that sits deeper and more familiar and you realize "what you already are". Although I've seen many beautiful places in the world I've never found anything that can compare with the vastness of the beauty of Canada. Snow, cold, and large mosquitoes included. I believe that there is no place on earth "better" than any other, all the earth is beautiful and made perfect, but places can suit certain people more than others, and where you grow up has a special spot always because it forms what you are. Certainly I think city life is very unnatural and harsh. Surrounded by people and concrete, hardly any green in sight, what I wouldn't give for an hour with my horse through green fields with silence and blue mountains. Your post made me so homesick I've been holding back tears. that's my excuse for this comment not making much sense. ;)Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06969998941692977995noreply@blogger.com