We lost a soul, a piece to our family that will never be replaced. We lost someone who sometimes looking back it’s hard to remember what it was even like when he was here. This year though our family, our “Compound,” our crazy way of living was turned upside down and made even crazier. I don’t want to imagine how turned around my life would be if I didn’t have these people in my life or as my family. I don’t even want to imagine what it’s going to be like planning for my wedding. I mean, imagine having one very strong willed mother in your life and then adding on another two.
Without “the Compound” in my life I would be a completely different person. I cannot even seem to express in words how much this family means to me. Not everyone has “the Compound.” If you’re reading this and you aren’t one of my friends or haven’t been over here this most likely sounds completely strange and bizarre. I realized though that not everyone has a family like I do. I cannot imagine a life without “the Compound.” When I was away at college and most people were excited to be far from home I secretly missed my life and wondered why anyone would want to leave home. We live through each other while sharing joys, happiness, pains, and hardships. Basically it’s as if we all have two other sets of parents and siblings. There is almost nothing that we don’t share. We fight, love, share, hate, and forgive just as siblings do. Each family has two children, one boy and one girl, ranging from 16-23 years old.
#A PRAYER FOR THE WILD AT HEART FREE#
Each family is free to walk into another’s any time they please and to ask for anything. We have almost no boundaries with each other and our homes. We have gone to the same church our whole lives also which plays a huge role in why we’re so close. They are mine and my family’s lifelong friends with whom we share everything. These neighbors are not just regular neighbors either. One of the most important yet most difficult aspects of my life to explain is “the Compound.” The Compound (aka Blue Island Compound, aka BIC) consists of my 2 sets of neighbors. To a Lost Soul, I wonder if you were truly ever there. What of this compound of love, seized by the heartbreak that is still left hanging in the air.
To a world you no longer belong in, the children you bore still remain. Of the home which you helped build slowly, then suddenly let collapse. I have witnessed the slow unraveling of the family you left behind. Cuz they keep us goin! I’m always grateful to the guys in the garbage truck and the people working behind the orange barrels on the highway."Every action in our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity.”- Edwin Hubbel Chapin Dont destroy or undermine the admiration for the diggers and garbage guys. That all labor is valuable and that there is no shame in doing it. We need to hold on to that and foster it in kids. Their mentality is “Parents don’t let me play in dirt and this guys gets PAID to play in dirt”Īnd that’s a good thing.
#A PRAYER FOR THE WILD AT HEART HOW TO#
They appreciate and respect these people more than grown ass adults do.Ĭause kids see big trucks and machines and the awesome people that know how to use it.
Garbage truck drivers, construction workers, fire fighters, etc. Kids have a pure admiration for blue collar workers. Often I am struck with the child like desire to just dig a hole.
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