Well Kittens, I am on the move.
We have a huge flooding situation in my home town and all around the area. Even my private camp/hillside fen/car trap, can not be reached by car now. Maybe by boat, but I don’t have one, so for the present I shall not concern myself with traveling there. I now live in an area that is rarely touched by the “local” 100 year floods – this is the second or third since 2006 – that cripple my home town area. I do, however, live close enough to be affected and to care about others who are. It’s a terrible mess there now. Fortunately the local community and the first responders are well experienced in this, because, unfortunately they get far to much practice at it.
No, I am bugging out to the north, LOL, or what I consider to be the north. Taking a bit of time off. Just a few days because we can’t afford the vacations of the glorious past of (three) years ago. Going over to MA to look for Pilgrims and other things to remind me of when this land was just a budding idea and a soul commanding craving after the notion of freedom.
I like to stand in the footprints of the Pilgrims sometimes. To wonder deeply. To think. How could they have wanted freedoms so badly to chance so much? To go into this enormous unknown with so little that was necessary and virtually no comforts at all? What unfathomable convictions these people had. We are not of the same stuff, now-a-days Americans. We are wanting. We are failing.
Kittens, I become so sad at times, I imagine that I am all alone in my fears for this America, and in the impotence of my patriotic endeavors. At those time I wonder how it was for the ones that first came here. The ones that truly had nothing and no one. And after imagining the Pilgrims for a bit, that leads me to thinking of the colonial era folks, who had begun to actually carve out the vision. They succeeded. They didn’t give up or give in. I must not either.
So, now I go to seek my Pilgrims and their echos. I will listen intently and be heartened by the messages of remarkable strength born of the passion to be free.
I will find my inspiration and listen to those echos. I will walk where they walked and, in future, try to walk were they might guide me if they could.
I like to imagine they will be somehow be there to keep me from failure.
Images of upstate New York flooding at link: