Your NJWILDBEAUTY blogger spent ‘the shank of the day’ in bucolic, historic Bucks County. Yes, yet again. Alongside our timeless river, The River of Independence. This waterways shad, John McPhee insists, saved Washington’s army at Valley Forge. We wandered alongside the model of Washington’s Durham Boats for the Crossing, then the strangely romantic group sculpture at Washington’s Crossing State Park.
As we cross her shimmering. expanse, I try to keep her serenity alive in my own being.
A friend and I breakfasted sumptuously, alongside that river, in a structure a couple of hundred years old: The Lumberville General Store. It is allied with the Black Bass Inn, which predates the Revolution – 1745 as I recall. Both in and ‘Store’ are lovingly restored by the legendary Laura Thompson of Thompson Toyota in Doylestown. She had been my neighbor at Village II in New Hope, where I lived (and fought to save the Delaware River from the Pump) from 1981 into 1987.
After hiking the footbridge over to Bull’s Island, my yesterday-friend and I drove through ageless burgeoning croplands, first in Pennsylvania, then in our New Jersey. We punctuated our ramblings with a stop at a tiny farmstand off Route 31, stocking up on peaches and tomatoes from our Garden State.
All the while, fleeing this vile century. All the while, seeking America. OUR America!
FOOTBRIDGE OVER DELAWARE FROM LUMBERVILLE TO BULL’S ISLAND
Only to arrive back here with a thud.
First projects upon return, as always, are signing petitions, to counter the Purloiner of the White House. Save the Arctic. Stop All Fracking. Prevent oil drilling off any coasts. One “SIGN HERE/SUBMIT” laments and tries to counter the loss of bees.
I don’t know about the rest of NJWILDBEAUTY readers. I have to confess, my trusty antidotes to harsh realities are seeming too little, too late, and frankly frail!
My Illinois sister sends me this wise quote from Patrick Henry. Prescient. A patriot when that word meant heroism, courage and magnificent leadership.
My sister empathizes with my condition these days, having suffered in her own state from narcissistic tyranny in the name of a governor. As for the national situation, Marilyn echoes my own despair. The concept of our vaunted liberty, –let alone citizens’ rights–, seems rare and imperiled as the bees.
Although I posted this the day after the so-called ‘election’ of 2016, I return to Yeats — ever the prophet…
“The Constitution is not an instrument for the government to restrain the people, it is an instrument for the people to restrain the government, lest it come to dominate our lives and interests.”
THE SECOND COMING
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?