Nostalgie pour la Boue

Yearning for the mud. That is the translation for the above French phrase. It usually is interpreted to mean the yearning, then acting out, of the upper class for things of the lower classes. From what I've read, it was used by Tom Wolfe somewhere. Usually it evolves into degrading or unworthy things.

That's not the idea I think of when I use the phrase. To me it is more about the yearning for the soil, so maybe it should read, Nostalgie de la terre. I ponder the soil and what might be grown and produced. A family working the land to grow fruits, vegetables and animals so they may sit around a table with friends and family enjoying the harvest.

I also think of the phrase when I go to Trader Joe's or Whole Foods. I love watching people and even could be convicted of eavesdropping on conversations when in public. These two businesses seem to cater to young hipsters or middle aged professionals. Not exclusively, but enough for me to paint some broad sweeping generalizations and stereotypes.

I know I live a secluded life in a small provincial town in one of the poorest regions of the United States. We are limited in many ways. So when I go to these stores in the largest city in our area I see more dreadlocks, black and blonde haired, than normal. More French tied neck scarves. More black clothing. More of the latest outdoor wear. More of what is current than I'm used to seeing, even for a frugal high school teacher working amongst teenagers.

So I watch and listen and yearn for the land in my blood stained shoes, slightly soiled jeans, cattle company hoodie and baseball hat. With a smile on my face.  Nostalgie de la terre, le sol et la boue.