See the green cast in our alfalfa field? And don't you love the cows in the background? I was going to the cabin this morning and took this shot.
Cliff and I will be getting a motorcycle. It may be an older, cheaper one; or it may be a fairly new model.
Yes, I'm a little scared of them myself, although we had motorcycles when we were younger. But Cliff really would love to have another one, and truthfully, I would too.
It's sort of like horses: We all know they're dangerous, but some of us believe the pleasure is worth the risk. Trust me, even with the problem I had in May with my daughter's horse, I love those beautiful animals. I even love that particular horse, the one who hurt me. He had no malice in his heart. He just hasn't run into the human who fully understands him.
I spent almost two hours at the cabin tonight, with Native American music playing. I recalled something from a book I've read back there, and looked it up and wrote it down to share with you.
“Among the Blackfoot, eminent men would make long speeches to groups of boys, telling them what they ought to do to be successful in life. They would point out that to accomplish anything, they must be brave and untiring in war: that long life (beyond sixty) was usually not desirable, that old people always had a hard time. The aged were given the worst side of the lodge, and generally neglected. It was much better, while the body was strong and in its prime, while the sight was clear and the teeth sound, and the hair still black and long, to die in battle fighting bravely.”
From “Mystic Warriors of the Plains” by Thomas E. Malls.
My dear friends, I've seen how it goes with old folks. Those Indians were right.
I've lived to see my grandchildren. I don't wish to die, nor am I suicidal. If I found out I had cancer, I'd fight it with every breath that is in me. But I do believe (as the Indians say) that today is a good day to die.
I refuse to turn back from adventure.
I am not turning to native American religion. I will always believe Jesus died to save me.
But I have learned that you can find light from many lamps.
Please allow me and Cliff to have our motorcycle.