So much depends...

I continue to use Facebook as a writing prompt. This morning, I looked at status updates from my friends. Many were pictures of their kids or their vacations. The line from William Carlos Williams’ poem, The Red Wheelbarrow, came to mind, “So much depends…”

Next, as if Facebook were reading my mind, came an advertisement for Depends. I’ve turned fifty-five, not eighty-five.

A few friends posted about “Townhouse” closing in Washington, DC. This was a watering hole of young progressive technology activists years ago that I would stop at on my trips to DC. I still have some Townhouse stories, but I’ll save them for another time.

Another friend posted about going to Arima, an old hot spring town in Kobe, Japan. Then, a friend posted about Jack, an old dog that had been rescued. It was his first time going to a beach, and he swam like a seal, smiling from ear to ear. Others posted further reflections from Falcon Ridge.

A big theme seems to be travels, and especially, travelling to new places. My mind wanders to Wim Wenders’s Road Trilogy and from there to my blog posts a while back virtually visiting places from William Least Heat Moon’s Blue Highways.

Are these Facebook prompts, as well as some other possible upcoming adventures, leading to some new travel directions upon which so much depends? Time will tell.

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More Than Words on a Computer Screen

It has been more than twenty four hours since I left Falcon Ridge, after standing on a hillside singing songs about our shared humanity. This morning, I read through friends posts on Facebook, the sort of stuff we glance at quickly as we head off about our days. Yet so many of the posts could easily be folk songs, short stories, or perhaps a key part of a novel. Happy 8th Anniversary to the Nia Alliance. Holy cow!! 2 years ago today we had the best wedding ever. What a great race for all my peeps today . John's having surgery today. Merry Lughnasadh, Y'all.

According to Wikipedia, Lughnasadh is “a Gaelic festival marking the beginning of the harvest season. Historically, it was widely observed throughout Ireland, Scotland and the Isle of Man”. Often called Lammas, it is important to those who love Romeo and Juliet, since Juliet was born on Lammas Eve.This year, Lughnasadh came just a few days after Eid ul-Fitr, the end of Ramadan.

There are so many writing prompts that could come from all of this, so many directions you could go. My mind wanders to Townes Van Zandt, “If I needed you, would you come to me, would you come to me and ease my pain?” This thought leads to “Desperately Seeking Susan”, and Roberta saying, “Desperate. I love that word.”

I guess that is some of what I like about Falcon Ridge. It is a reminder that words have meaning, that behind the words are stories, sometimes painful, often deep, and too easily overlooked in a Facebook post.

My friend Dave is watching his grandson struggle with health problems and wrote, “Yesterday reinforced it is so real and more than words on the computer screen. It is really an epic battle…”

Eid Mubarak, Merry Lughnasadh.

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After Falcon Ridge (#frff14)

The alarm goes off at six,
as it does on most mornings.
Today, I will not rush down to the main stage
to put down my tarp.

I will not chat with my yearly friends,
trying to remember their names and stories.
I will not plan where my tarp goes,
Or do some Yoga positions while waiting;
Lots of stretches are needed when camping.

For breakfast, I will have oatmeal,
Like I do on most mornings,
Except for at Falcon Ridge,
When I never managed to get around to it,
And instead eat fresh fruit and breakfast bars
Made with oats.

Today, I will grab leftovers from the fridge for lunch,
Instead of some exotic food from a vendor.
I turn on my cellphone and hear it get flooded with waiting messages.
I visit Facebook pages and wish friends Happy Birthday
And listen to their stories there.

I will take a shower this morning, like I do most mornings,
Even though I took a shower last night.
It isn’t like the solar showers,
Or baby wipe showers of Falcon Ridge,
I’ll remove more mud and sun block,
But try to keep the peace.

I’ll try to keep the peace, the hope, the vision and dreams,
As I go about my work day life.
Draw more, write more, be a better friend,
Show gratitude,
And share compassion to all around me.

It’s like New Year’s in the summer,
How long can I hold these resolutions,
These feelings,
Never turning back?

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Geographic and Genetic Genealogy

Recently, I spit in a test tube and sent it off to 23andme to get genetic information about me analyzed. Some of it is to better understand my own genetic makeup and family medical history. For example, relatives have passed away from Parkinson’s Disease and Essential Tremors and I wonder what my LINGO1 gene says. Some of this is to support research. 23andme is gathering a lot of information about medical history, including medications taken, that may be helpful, not only in recognizing increased genetic risk factors for certain diseases, but genetic risk factors for drug interactions. Of course, of particular interest to me is the use of genetics to find possible distant cousins.

I’ve traced much of my family history and am fairly conversant in it. Some lines are hard to trace. Others go back to around the American Revolution, and others go back to the early European immigrants to the Massachusetts Bay Colony. I have a great database of my ancestry, but it is on a hard disk of a twenty year old computer with a dead power supply. One of these days, I’ll manage to extract that data and restore my database.

One of my ancestors is George Washington Gordon. He was born August 13, 1844 in Lowell, MA and died Nov 2 1897 in North Conway, NH. The website, Find A Grave has a bit of information about him, and searching their website, it looks like many of my relatives are buried there.

Another relative is Mitchell Gordon. Records list him has having been born in St. Charles, Canada. Tracing his family, he appears to have moved to Essex Junction, VT, St Albans, VT, and eventually to Walpole, NH. His son Ezra, appears to have moved from Essex Junction and St. Albans, down to Windham, VT and then to Winchester New Hampshire. Based on this, I’m assuming that Mitchell was born in St. Charles sur Richelieu Quebec.

I mapped out some of the history in Google Maps, and it seems like an interesting app would be a map that shows your ancestors travels and they come together, have kids, move, etc.

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The Writing Hour

It is 4 AM, the writing hour. This is often my best writing time, but these days, I’m usually asleep at 4 AM. Today is different. Yesterday, while out doing yard work, I got stung by yellow jackets. I took some Benadryl last night to try and keep the itching down, and it mostly worked. I slept pretty soundly until a little while ago. I woke up, put some more anti-itch cream on the stings and tried, unsuccessfully to get back to sleep.

Work has been very busy for me, these past few weeks, as has my campaign for State Representative. On the home front, I’ve been swimming, kayaking, playing Ingress, and researching various topics. We’re getting ready for Falcon Ridge, and beyond that, for Cape Cod. Much of this is fodder for several blog posts, that most of the time, I’m too tired or busy to get written. I will try to write some of these and line them up to be posted over the next several days

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