Dowses’ Faith Hill
Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the great island of Nantucket! So good, as always, to be with you on this fifth day of July, 2011, a humid one out there, as Cape Cod begins to feel like real summer once again. Take last night for example, on a foggy evening I ventured out to the ‘Top of Hyannis Port’, or better known as, “the hill where the church and golf club is” (source-some 5 year old kid), yes, the church that holds a soft spot in my heart, “Saint Andrews”, an old all rock Anglican beauty that sits atop a great hill in Hyannis Port, home, of course, to our thirty-fifth President of the United States of America, Jack Kennedy, his beautiful wife Jackie and the extraordinary family named Kennedy, whose works transformed this nation as well as the world, a FACT, whether some in this nation agree with that statement or not. Yes, on this foggy, at least out on Nantucket Sound, night, the 4th of July, as I looked up at this magnificent church, adorned with two dragons on the tower and an American flag that was flying straight out as if to salute the night, flying with a flood light on it, a bright hot spot light on it, I felt, for a moment, as if I were back in time, for to the south, in Osterville, the fireworks were just beginning in earnest, and from this vantage point high above the sands of the Cape and five miles to the north, we could see the explosions in that far off distance, and it looked as if the whole town was ablaze and under attack from the British soldiers who rattled this state, such as in the battles of Lexington and Concord, so many years ago, where the men and women of this great state suffered greatly at the hands of the tyrant George the third, a battle that was one of the catalysts for the Revolutionary War that did, as evidenced by the past 237 incredible years of it’s existence on planet earth, indeed, change the world forever, mostly for the better. A few moments later, to the north of the rock church named after Saint Andrew, the barrage of fire and explosions began again, and one could, if one were so inclined to invoke history as it really happened, imagine that battle to be any one of many defining battles that freed our nation from tyranny and cruelty, presumably forever. Looking down through the trees of the homes of Hyannis Port, looking, again, north to Hyannis proper, Kalmus beach in particular, the fireworks took on a life of their own, as fireflies danced in between the explosions that could be conjured up as those, “rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air”, and “gave proof through the night, that our flag was still there”… I don’t know about you, but I believe that this country has not seen it’s best days yet. WE can and WILL stand up to corporate greed and hostage takers that do nothing for the AMERICAN PEOPLE, that WE can stand on principals, not personalities and make a new start to a nation that has clearly lost it’s way. The question is not if that will happen, the question is WHEN will that happen? Have a great week folks, and remember that wooden nickles are not meant for human consumption, especially those offered by the likes of FOX NEWS corp., and please say a prayer for the people, the poorest of the poor, on the border lands between Somalia and Kenya, as the humanitarian crisis there with the drought of biblical proportions continues to ravage those human beings, your brothers and sisters, and mine. Thanks. PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M
