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[Cleaver] Sunday Afternoon Rocking
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From: Jan, unicorn(a)sun-spot.com
Thanks to the scores of you who wrote to tell me the messages were
"missed". As one subscriber asked..."if there really is a jan", I can
assure you there is, and with manner of "human attributes". Nothing was at
all wrong, I simply and humanly "got over my head" with spring cleaning and
family affairs. Thanks much...jan
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Spring Dawns in Kentucky (from the Sunday Afternoon Rocking series)
Spring dawns in Kentucky. The hills are alive with fresh young
yellow-green leaves, some tiny, still coiled, and just emerging from their
budded nests. Others are already shining brilliant in the sunshine and
softly rippling a promise of greater things to come. A week or so ago,
brilliant displays of fushia peppered the landscape, redbuds announcing in
startling color that the mountains were rustling their skirts, shaking out
the bonds of winter. Ground squirrels make a noisy path through the fallen
leaves of last autumn, chattering to warn their cousins of the trees a
strange "hooman" is in their midst. A fawn peers out around a peeling
birch at this strange being, then darts a bounding crooked path back to
"mama", white tail bouncing like anything but a surrender flag. It never
fails to amaze me, seeing this annual display, that anyone could possibly
believe there was no Creator, no deeply managed plan…and then close upon
the heels of that brilliant flash of redbud fushia comes the final
affirmation. The dogwoods bloom, heralding in their very design, that yes
indeed there was, IS a plan. Yes indeed, my thoughts on the matter were
so…for there is the golden crown of thorns, the creamy petals extending to
what could be nothing other than the memory of cruel nails, crimson stains
about the edges. Small wonder it is that a walk in the wilderness of a
springtime Kentucky is an awakening and a renewal of faith, an affirmation
of life.
With such a weekend, my husband and I hit the trails. We pitched our camp
deep in the wilderness and nothing walled our world but that which was
living. Nothing stirred the silence but that which was natural and curious
about our presence. And in such a world I looked at my husband suddenly
and said, "We are rich."
"If I had at my disposal all the money in the world," he replied, "I would
wish to be doing exactly what I am doing today, have nothing more than I
have at this moment." And our eyes met in perfect understanding.
Strange and comforting it is, with nature around one, with the leafy green
trees the wallpaper, and the soft fall of last year's trees the carpet.
Strange it is how true it seems that one could live with nothing more,
could easily leave behind all the trappings of civilization simply to be
surrounded by this. Strange it is, how easily one is able to wake in the
morning when welcomed by the chirping birds of a forest, or how easy it is
to fall asleep in the gentle enveloping world when the spangle of stars is
the ceiling.
And as always, when I walk the historic trails, the land untainted since
the days the first ancestors walked this way…I wonder if they too had those
thoughts. If the calling of that great untouched wilderness, with its
living wallpaper of shimmering rustling leaves, its floor blanketed with
soft browns, its ceiling a never ending display of daytime colors and
star-studded nights, must have been far richer to those folks than all the
fine mansions of the east… I think so, for some…else they would not have
left it. And for others, they too must have recognized the promise. A
good thing it is, that our country has seen fit to preserve a part of
it…lest we never understand. We are rich.
Just a thought,
Jan
Copyright ©2001JanPhilpot
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