Life and Times at Cranberry Lake

This blog is about the life, wild and otherwise, in this immediate area of Northeast Pennsylvania. I hope you can join me and hopefully realize and value that common bond we share with all living things... from the insect, spider, to the birds and the bears... as well as that part of our spirit that wishes to be wild and free.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Spring, 1978 "NO TRESPASSING HERE ON FOR ANY PURPOSES WHATSOEVER" ??

Sitting astride the root of a tree bearing a sign: "No Trespassing Here on for any Purposes Whatsoever", I find myself feeling more that the sign's blaring letters are the trespassers--I feel the philosophy of the Native Americans surface from deep within my soul, "How can on 'OWN' what the Creator turned forth?  Can one own the sun the moon, the air?  How then can one own the land except what is built upon, tilled and planted?  How can one own this forest?"

No one has lumbered here for years.  Everything is wild--planned and planted by God alone.

Man says "Do not Trespass"  God says, "Walk here, breathe in the sweetness of Spring, See the golden Sun mix with the green lacy leaves of Spring, casting colorful treasures for the eyes to drink in.  Listen to my chorus of evening-tide as the birds sing praises for the day I molded out of fog and rain only to finish with blue skies and clarity.  Now hear the flute-bird sharing its evening song, heard only here -- deep in the woods-- beyond the crass sign of "No Trespassing..."  That is man's laws.  My laws ask that you pleasure in my sweet gift of Spring.

[Now, so many years later, my paths stretch beyond our owned land, with, fortunately, no signs forbidding my trespass.  It's 36 & 1/2 years later, and as it was in 1978, I'm still finding my connection with Eternity within the woods of this beautiful planet, walking on my paths through the woods of Brackney PA, through the woods of our Creator.]