I went to the "Creek" - I ain't no yearlin' no more....

I went to the Creek.  A fresh, new experience - but also one that dripped with familiarity.  I feel like I have found a lost friend.  I have learned so much about the heart of Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings and, add that to my assumptions, I feel a kindred spirit.  I have made the trek to Cross Creek - in search of what, I cannot say... but I found myself separated from the world for a short time as I walked through the farmhouse, the orange groves, and along the beaten paths that opened before me.  I imagine her heart, MKR's, was not unlike mine or most women for that matter - but words... words to describe that, I cannot seem to form them with my mouth or in my mind.  Perhaps I need to ponder more...