From
the dry Chilean hills and rough Pacific surf to the heat of Miami to
the early spring chill in Missouri and back again through Florida to
cold wet Nova Scotia: It was an unexpected detour to rush to see my
mother for the last time on this Earth. She died peacefully March 22
in the morning. I saw her the night before and felt I got there
in time to tell her she was loved and greatly appreciated.
She was good and true. She lives in our hearts and minds, DNA and
habits
In
still chilly April I retreated to a northeastern shore in Canada to
see old friends and watch the winter turn to spring. The horse and
artisans and goats are at home there. Most of my gang has 'come from
away' (COA'ers) and made inroads into the woods and shores building
homes and lives intertwined in the interest of self-actualization.
There is an underlying harmony and respect for individuals and a
learned patience for eccentricities that the locals have established.
The feuds are heartfelt and dealt with in some humor and story
telling perspective. The weather is a key presence and control.
Fiddle music keeps us warm and jigging free.
The
city guys learned to fish on a cold rough sea. The ladies carry wood,
bake from scratch, and help build their houses. Everyone has an art,
craft or hobby in the interest of creativity and development. Most
have eliminated the tv dramas of our larger culture and see
happenings with a viewfinder once removed from the hype and extreme
opinions. To build your life in a new land with kind and inventive
neighbors is a good way to go. Self education, sharing, and physical
vitality are so much a part of the lifestyle there it is a norm.
I
am back in the city now with kindred friends cooking up some fun in
this September season of my Life.
Cherio, carry on!
