Hand in Hand on the Yorkshire Moor
  • Hand in Hand on the Yorkshire Moor

In England, I flitted from town to city and village to dale, never knowing which place to call my home, until I immigrated to America.

It was not long after I moved to the Bronx that I first felt my land on the Yorkshire moors calling me. In my memory, the fields of heather stretched without end and the misty skies enveloped me. I’d remember how it felt to walk along paths centuries old. Each step I made echoing the footsteps of all those who had come before me. I longed to be on that soil again, all the while not understanding why any piece of England should tug so strongly at my heart.

This summer I returned to visit the moor that had been haunting me in my dreams. I walked, hand in hand there with my eldest son, remembering all the ways this place had shaped me. I watched rabbits hopping from burrow to bracken, and recalled how my mother had eaten wild rabbit to keep from hunger. We walked passed lead mines, and I told of the miners in our family who risked their lives to keep poverty at bay. During that walk I realized I would always be a part of this English soil and it was a part of me.

I breathed in that moment of reconnection to my land and took it with me back to America. With my land firmly embedded in my heart, I found my home inside me.

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I can almost feel the mist of the moors on my face and smell the bracken. As far as we move from our homelands, they will always be a part of all that we are, the foundation upon which our spirits thrived and then took flight. Thank you for sharing this with us. Big hug, Janice

Dear Janice, You are right when you say that our home lands are the foundation upon which our spirits thrived and then took flight. There are many of us who migrate to other lands who feel a confused sense of belonging. On the one hand we are all global citizens, on the other we are made up of the land of our ancestors, the land that we grew up on and the land that shaped our identities. With a strong connection to our histories and to our land we have a stronger root from which to grow. Tina

Hey Leah, Yes, I believe we are all attached to someplace somehow. Though I would be interested to learn if nomadic peoples feel attached to any particular piece of the land on which they live or whether it is a more general feeling of attachment to their country? I wonder. Thanks for your words Love Tina

A wonderful read. I loved the line ' With my land firmly embedded in my heart, I found my home inside me.'

We are all attached to our land. Good work

Lots of love

With best wishes,

Nusrat Ara 

WorldPulse Community Champion (Environment Group) 

Dear Nusrat, I really appreciate your feedback. It is good to hear what has worked and indeed what has not worked with my writing, as I am continually working to improve, especially on content. It is interesting ot me that you liked the last line as I have been unsure of that, but now I think I shall keep it as it is !

Thanks again for the helpful feedback, Love Tina

Hi Tina

I cannot agree any less...i feel the same way for my land....although i came to Kathmandu and was still in my country Nepal, i have missed being on my land, Birgunj...i have missed the narrow streets, the typical smell of my soil, the roadside shops where we could eat all the delicacies, going to temple with my mother every morning, the messy vegetable market....oh, everything!

i love the way you have described your story...like always! You are a great writer and all i want to say is keep sharing...

Love, Khushbu

Khushbu Agrawal

Dear Efe, I should give my husband credit for this photo, as he is the one who took this great shot of my son and I walking on the moor. Yes, it is a beautiful place and I have been very fortunate to get to know it so well. Tina