Thursday, November 19, 2009


When I was visiting in New Mexico I was told that Hopalong Cassidy (William Boyd) had bought his girlfriend a beautiful ranch with many acres of grassland. I suppose it was an engagement gift. The deed was in her possession for just a short time when she ordered Boyd to hopalong off her property. He was restrained from returning. She quickly moved another man into her house and lived hoppily ever after.
Mae S found her life "rather like a gold mine" full of unexpected delight. Her days had been "nourished by" an undisclosed experience. She expressed concern for the homeless, too. "What if all the violence (unprovoked war and other criminal acts) in the world could be absorbed into building people houses?" After this entry she did not open her journal for 10 days. Perhaps she was out building houses, railing against crime or protesting war. She put her money in her mouth and $upported a hospitality house for elders in distressful circumstances.
But did you know that there are more people over 60 living in Itasca county (%wise) than anywhere else in the USA? We are above the national average! What a power we could be for change. An army that reports for service in their wheelchairs, leaning on walkers, stepping out in their orthopedic marching shoes, brandishing canes and pushing O2 tanks before them. In Eagle Butte the elders organized a group called The Gray Eagles. What could WE be?
Fred Buechner has written about "the family worrier whose purpose is to free other family members "for more spontaneous and joyous purposes." I am a family of one so I get the worry and the joy. However, I refuse to sustain my mission to worry because it will only wear me out and I don't need that.
Of Thoreau it is said he "dedicated his genius with such entire love to the fields, hills and waters of his native town..." He spoke of the river "as itself a lawful creature."
The ornamental crab in front of Annie's house is transformed by rain. No longer dark and naked but encrusted by a million crystals. The broken branch I planted in a rusty bucket stands before my door and hung with heavy glass balls becomes a poor imitation of nature. But I can say that every morning my bauble tree steals light from the sky and gives it to me in those shining orbs while Annie's crab must wait for rain.
I had an avocado sandwich yesterday and saved the stone for Cedar. She was properly amazed.

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