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Heartmoor:

Updated: Apr 7, 2023

The primal longing for a place that may no longer exist



n. the primal longing for a place or home village to return to, a place that may no longer exist, if it ever did; the fantasy of finding your way back home before nightfall and soon after the sound of the dinner bell clangs back and forth with each tug of the rope; picturing a cluster of clouds piled one on top of the other settling over the mangroves with the power of the solar system behind it; hearing the deep rumble and vigorous buzzing of the diesel generator, its sound drifting in and out with the night breeze; finding your place in the clubhouse made of native stone and cement, a place of maximum aliveness, where you'd sit and listen to the voices of highwaymen and other fascinating guests from around the world, telling bold stories of a time when people could still melt into a collective personality around the central fireplace, not distracted by technology - tv, radio, the Internet... phones - and weren't just floating around alone lost in an abyss of uninterest like a snuffed-out candle.


(*From heart and moor, to tether a boat to an anchor.)







My heartmoor is Cutlass Bay Club on Cat Island, in the out-island Bahamas. What's yours?


*Inspired by a term found in The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows


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Hello! I’m Michael Kennedy, Olympic Valley, CA resident. I’m a teacher, freelance writer, and photographer. Thanks for reading. If you enjoyed it, please share with others. I value your attention, it means a lot to me and it helps others see the story. If you're interested in any photos in this post, or in my gallery: click here, let me know what size you want, and I'll send a quote. My email: michael.kennedy999@gmail.com



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Gast
19. März 2023

What a nice tribute to a time gone by but never forgotton.

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Gast
18. März 2023

Priceless! And mine too!!!! Cutlass Bay leaving footprints in the pink sparkled sand along the glistening seashore filled with excitement to discover the fascinating creatures beneath the rocks or captured in tidepools. There has never been another place on earth where I felt so complete, so close to raw truth in nature and with our local village friends.

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Gast
18. März 2023

Thanks, Mike! It brought me back to yesteryear. Sure would be nice to go back for a week or so. Maybe to Rum Cay or Rock Sound.

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