Thoughts for Today...

Every day is a god, each day is a god,

and holiness holds forth in time.

I worship each god,

I praise each day splintered down,

and wrapped in time like a husk,

a husk of many colors spreading,

at dawn fast over the mountains split.

an excerpt from the book 'Earth Prayers,'

written by Annie Dillard

Good Morning Everyone!

It has been a while since I've posted

anything on Blogger eh?  Time to change

that up!  :)

Well...let's see here...I've been a busy

gal...still doing my geneology research

and have found so many profound findings that

I'm still pinching myself with all of it.  I

love finding out new info on my ancestors!!!

Just this past week I found an ancestor

named Robert McCord, who traveled on the

Oregon Trail, carved his name on Indepence

Rock and I've got a picture of it.  How cool

is that?  Robert was my Great, Great, Great,

Great Grandfather on my maternal side of the

family by way of my Mom's Father's side.

This was written about him:



4 Jul 1850 , Independence Rock, Oregon Trail

 

Robert McCord carved his name on this rock in Wyoming. Reverend John Steele in "Across the Plains in 1850", confirms that Robert made the largest inscription, which is at the top of Independence Rock at around 3 PM on July 4, 1850.

 

News Press, Mercer 24 Aug 1813

With my love of Stones, and my love

of my Ancestors Bones, this sends

me to a place I cannot even describe.

It is Holy though, Holy in this place.

Sacred ground.  Parts of my DNA are

here.

I also found out Robert McCord and

his wife, Rosannah are buried in the

very same state where I reside...

in Buckwheat Ridge Cemetary in

Lancaster, Wisconsin.  Here is a photo

of their headstone...

This poem sums it up well and I have to

tell you the more research I do the more

I want to do...my thirst for it is unquenchable

right now.



Dear Ancestor... Your tombstone stands among the rest;
  Neglected and alone.
  The name and dates are chiseled out
  On polished, marbled stone.   It reaches out to all who care
  It is too late to mourn.
  You did not know that I exist
  You died and I was born.   Yet each of us are cells of you
  In flesh, in blood, in bone.
  Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
  Entirely not our own.   Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
  One hundred years ago
  Spreads out among the ones you left
  Who would have loved you so.   I wonder as you lived and loved,
  I wonder if you knew
  That someday I would find this spot,
  And come to visit you.

-Author Unknown-  

So...this is some of what I've been up to.

I've also been trying very valiantly to get used

to a new medicine I am on.  Truthfully I'm not

doing so well with it and I cannot wait for my

return visit to the Doctor, which is coming up

soon, so that I can tell her what is going on.

I hope to be taken off of it.

I've also still been busy creating in my home,

writing a bit more, visiting with a long-time

Sister that has come back into my life, and

trying to get ready for the upcoming holidays,

as well as trying to stop by all of your blogs

a few times a week to sit and read and sometimes

leave a comment or two.

So...that is what I've been up to.  Not real

exciting to my readers I'm sure but it is sooo

exciting to me, lol!

Here is a link for more Ancestor Poetry and

little gems if you are interested?

http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~parrottreilly/poems.html

Here's wishing for You a day filled with discovery,

amazement, and synchronicity!!!

A'HO!