Shamelessly borrowed from priest’s wife and The Reluctant Widow. 🙂 The template for writing it is here.

I am from orange trees, from Tide detergent, and croissants bought at Our Daily Bread.

I am from small creeks, rolling foothills with mercury mines, and suburbia.

I am from the hyacinth flowers, the mulberry tree, snapdragons, the succulents.

I am from drives up I-5 and reciting poetry while sitting out on the water, from Lloyd and Jerry and James.

I am from roadside geology lessons and the welcoming of new people.

From “into every life a little rain must fall” and “use your imagination”.

I am from agnostic and lapsed Episcopalian. From deism to finding where I fit in the Christian spectrum with aspects of Anglicanism, Catholicism, Orthodoxy, Lutheranism, and Evangelicalism.

I’m from California, from County Mayo and New Zealand, From Wales and Germany. From Hungarian goulash, homemade pickles, and Guinness stew.

From the Grandfather who put himself through college only to miss graduating because WWII started, the German speakers, and the computer geeks.

I am from gardens that supply vegetables for the year, weeks in the wilds of British Columbia, and summers spent running around the Sierras while learning how to lead. I am from Boy Scout ski trips, TEQUE competitions, and journeys into the redwoods to find peace. From fragrant stalks of basil being made into pesto, bumper crops of tomatoes, and oranges right off the tree.

I am from a distant country and am on my way home.