November 25, 2009 --
By Olivia Rossi, RN, MSN, ACSM
Your Personal Trainer
There’s an ache in the air of autumn. It’s called nostalgia. Nostalgia means “to return home,” home to memories, to the old days, to the longings of times past, some happy, some sad but all about life. For me, it happens in autumn. Perhaps it’s the leaves changing, the chill outside and the warmth within, the yearning, the remembering. It can be a time to smile or perhaps a time to cry, but mostly, it’s a time to remember . . .
It was November, thirty years ago in Richmond, Virginia. I was eight months pregnant.
We lived in a beautifully restored townhouse on West Avenue in an old section of town called “The Fan.” As I sat on the porch early one morning—I’m still a “porch sitter”—I was inspired by the moment as I wrote this poem. That moment became a “freeze-frame” of my feelings. Each time I read it, I am transported back to those happy, warm memories. I hope this helps bring your own memories back to mind and heart.
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