Thursday, September 1, 2011
History reinstates itself
Back in the saddle, taking pics with a real camera - low end super zoom point and shoot. I am so happy.
It is September and I am happy. Was August 2011 the longest month ever in the history of the world? Yes it was, at least it felt like that to me. Ah, but it's all over now. Onwards and upwards to fall and winter, my very favorite seasons. Yay.
It was inevitable that the psychic chatter would start up again, and so it has. The cacaphonous talk-talk-talk is loud and emphatic, barely disguised by the sound of late summer traffic, people on their phones, sirens and helicopters and all the rest of the usual urban sounds of this crazy city. I can once again "hear" refrains of the Gettysburg Address (recited from memory by literally millions of school children over time), the voices of men bellowing at masses of people, all of whom gathered here to exercise their right of free speech. I "feel" the AIDS quilt, once laid over a huge swath of the national mall, sweetly muffling the quiet wisdom of the Indians who once lived here. I "see" John Adams taking his heroic walks, also all the dead soldiers wandering, gathering at the memorials, lost. Have I ever mentioned how many horse ghosts there are here? Lots of horse ghosts in DC, lots. History has again layered itself on the swampy landscape of DC. It was bound to happen.
It's ok should say. I am not a hater of American history even though so much of it is appalling. Most of any nation-state's history is horrific, after all. But I will miss those few quiet days following the hurriquake. I listened carefully, while the layers of history were peeled back, and learned a great many things. Most interesting were the things I learned about Eagle, why that magnificent bird was revered by the first people here. Eagle is Brother Sun, embodied, or so I was "told." Our founding fathers knew that, as have many cultures throughout time. Cool, eh? I wish there was some way I could encounter an eagle in the flesh without having to see the imprisoned animals at the zoo. Maybe I'll take a trip to Hawk Mountain sometime. The Indians with whom I connected urged me to find and wear an eagle feather. It's not possible, it is illegal, I told them. They frowned and shook their heads back and forth in disbelief. Yeah.
Tomorrow is the beginning of Labor Day weekend after which everyone will come back from holiday, ready to get back to work. The city will buzz and crackle with energy once again, the days will grow shorter still. It's already much cooler than it was a couple of weeks ago. Oh yeah, I love fall. Can't wait.
I was wearing clothing, I assure you.