I read a book on William Blake one night when the children played Frisbee outside. The girls did cartwheels.
William Blake wrote:
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
The Washoe tribe began inhabiting the Tahoe region as long as 10,000 years ago.
Whenever I am there, I consider the sanctity and sacredness of the area, that huge, cold, blue Lake, an open eye.
I am also amazed at how the pioneers were able to come to and cross the area, and yet, because they did, we are here. How, now, do we honor the spirits of our ancestors, all sets?
Let us live, impregnated with what Joys bring, allowing sorrows to bring forth.