How long does it take you, when you enter the woods, till you feel like you’re a part of it? Till your senses have synced to what’s all around you and you notice everything? The sound of the birds singing, the click of an opossum call, the wind moving every leaf around you and branches snapping all around…”
We think, “god I need to go to the woods and chill, I need some nature!”
But you don’t have to go to nature, you ARE nature. You’re a living creature on the planet earth, we started here, in the forest, we’ll most likely end there as well. One of the worst thing we did as a species was to separate ourselves from nature. Have we ever felt wild and free like a wolf since then?
We’ve lost or howl my friends and we need to get it back….🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺
“It was nearly midnight when he started on his return over stony hills and hollows. Though he was a bold youth, he became silent as he approached the lonely valley known as Rocky Ravine. When half way through the tortuous cliff between the hills a sound attracted his attention. On his right, near tho top of the hillside, a curious figure was seen creeping from rock to rock and keeping well in the shadows. It carried something which gleamed brightly now and then as the moon’s rays fell upon it. It came nearer aud nearer the farmer, who had crouched down behind a clump of blackberry bushes, with a strange feeling of dread within him. The mysterious being animal or man approached until it reached the roadway within ten feet of the boy, when with a bound it sprang to the top of a huge boulder, where it crouched for a moment in the full glare of the moon. Frank Rose gave one look back and then shut his eyes with a gap of horror. The thing upon tho rock was a man. But what a man ! When Frank got home that night he told his story of what he had seen upon the way of a creature which, though it walked on “all fours” and was covered with hair from head to foot, carried a gleaming axe and displayed other indications of being human. It was gaunt but muscular, and had burning eyes that shone through long, fancied locks of hair. He had seen this thing but for a moment as it crouched upon a rock. Then it leaped down on the other rock , and he made his way out of the deserted valley as quickly as possible. Young Rose’s story created little agitation among the neighbors. They practical pooh-poohed it, the superstitious added it to their list of ghost tales and inwardly resolved never again to be caught in the neighborhood of Rocky Ravine after nightfall….
But the adventure was not to end so lightly. On the very next night, Henry Simon and William Downey, stock buyers, living in another county, rode within a short distance of the dreary valley, when they were astonished to hear the reverberation of a succession of blows, evidently made by some instrument of steel or iron. They tied their horses and walked up the dark ravine until they arrived at a tremendous cavity which had evidently been excavated by human hands. Twenty feet below in tho darkness some one was striking blow alter blow upon tho rocky bottom of the pit. ” What are you doing down there?”‘ shouted Simon. For answer a stone came whizzing through the air, narrowly missing Downey’s head. A big, hairy creature sprang out of the hole with a frightful yell and disappeared with surprising rapidity over the side of the hill, still carrying its steel tool, though running apparently upon four legs. The traders were Stupefied with astonishment, aud lost no time in getting out of the neighborhood.”
“Have you ever found someplace so beautiful, you just had a seat and stared in awe?
You stare and think about life and what it should be
You shouldn’t go to work on Monday, you should be free
Your soul, your heart, and your mind
Free to be you, and to remember you’re one of a kind
Take a deep breath and look at all that beauty
Then dig those feet into the dirt and rise up and tell everyone you know to come here to this spot and see
See the land and the sea
See it all…see our humanity
Share some of your peace, and nature’s song
Share the knowledge that nature is inside you where it has been all along…”
Poem by me inspired by a quote by Andy Goldsworthy
I had a very relaxing hike this past Thursday. Beautiful cold and crisp walk. This was a new forest I explored and it was beautiful. I love being down at the swamps, hopefully one day bigfoot will join me…
“I know how much we wished and needed that 2021 ball to drop We all hoped and prayed the covid and negativity would stop But a glittering ball, a symbol, won’t do the trick This is all humanities job to fix We have to want peace and make it so Forget your other resolutions, they have to go Who cares if your thin if you’re never happy Who needs to plan to travel more When covid has you laid up on the floor Your inner peace will come When we treat everyone like one We are all the same on this big rock And I’m happy to wear a mask and help stop the virus’s clock Who would know if you bad day, if that’s how treat people everyday anyway Smile, live, love, laugh Kick this negativity in the ass I don’t care if your democratic or republican, hunter or vegan You’re a human being and so am I And I’ll do whatever I have to, to make sure you don’t die I’ll also smile and I’ll help you if you fall If you ring I’ll answer your call Afterwards my heart too will feel ten foot tall My soul is at rest When I know I’ve done my best I’ve treated you how I would like to be Open your eyes and see See us as we are And set yourself a higher bar I know it’s hard to began, hard to see through it all But all of this starts with us Not that big glittery ball”
Poem be me, copyright 12/21
Happy New Year everyone, and remember, let all the negative be forgot, I’m happy to be here with all of you on this big beautiful rock… And may this be humanity’s best….
Once in the Freetown Forest, I had an overwhelming feeling that I wasn’t alone. I felt overwhelmed and nauseous. I want to state though, that I didn’t feel threatened, just overwhelmed. My sister snapped a pic of me that moment and got a shot of me surrounded by light with a weird clear orb near my face. (Many have seen this pic already but I’ll include here again).
I didn’t see that as it was happening, I just knew something was happening. People report strange sightings of light in the woods all over the world. And often times it is followed by, or before a bigfoot sighting, and on some occasions a UFO sighting. Every camp in the high strangeness community has different theories as to why this phenomenon could be happening. Bigfoot is an alien, the orbs are alien. You get the idea. And really? We don’t know what’s happening. We just know something odd is happening.
If we leave out the “bigfoot is an alien” part. There is something that possibly ties all three together without the bigfoot is a flesh and bone camp and bigfoot is inter dimensional camp going at it. May even be tolerable to the Ufologists as well. If we believe that we aren’t the only intelligent life in the universe, and we believe to that they are studying us, why would they not also be studying bigfoot? He’s a life form on this rock too is he not? Maybe the orbs in the forest ARE coming from a ufo and they are checking out the big guy too, maybe snatching up one or two of them. And while all of the insanity is happening here comes the bigfoot researcher wandering through the forest at night as he/she always does and walks right into this melee. It is possible all could be seen together…at the same… in the same spot. This is one of the reason I never brush anyone or anything off as crazy. And In just my final little say on what one kind of orb or light could be is, there is so much energy on this planet from life forces. So much life and death happening daily. That energy, I feel could present itself as an orb or light. Does that sound crazy to you?
If you’vebeen following along with me these past few years, then you know my love of the American industrial Revolution, King Phillips War and scenery of the Blackstone River Valley. So now imagine my excitement when I visit a place where they all come together so beautifully within this modern marvel of a park that you know just became on of my favorite places.
The centerpiece of the park, The Ashton Mill was built in 1810 in Cumberland Rhode Island for the Smithfield Cotton Company. The mill was built in this location to harness the power of the Blackstone River, one of America’s few Heritage Rivers that was named after William Blackstone who was an original founder and settler of Boston Massachusetts.
The company struggled and eventually sold the mill to the Lonsdale Company in approx. 1840. Lonsdale was a manufacturer of textiles and had tremendous success throughout the remainder of the 19th century.
Eventually it became a mill village as family housing was constructed. The mill employed men, women and children so family housing was a great need.
In 1848 the Providence and Worcester railroad was built to pass directly at front door of the mill. This provided a secondary mode of transportation to get goods to customers on time.
In the 1950s the industry really started to decline and by the 1970s it was simply cheaper for the companies to move to the south and then eventually overseas.
This park was such a great adventure. The mills once worked this river so hard no fish or river life, save leeches, where left living it . Now it’s thriving again and this park holds within it a snapshot of its history. While I was strolling along or I saw Someone fly fishing, I stared at the beautiful architecture of the 116 bridge, the amazing view of the river, a museum and all with the mills looming over everything. I will definitely be here often to make sure I’ve seen everything it has to offer. Here’s a little blurb about the history from the RI parks official website.
“While the feel and look of the Blackstone River State Park stitching together the river banks and the abutting boundaries of Cumberland and Lincoln, is definitely rural and naturalistic, the history of the land and waters making up the park is thoroughly industrial. At various points in the twelve-mile trek, one can see the remains of the area’s industrial past peek out from beneath the foliage and reflect in the waters. Mill dams, which once held back the river in order to power machinery, still mark the river’s drop at four locations. Sluices and power trenches, canal mile-stones, ground level, protruding shapes of cellar holes of former worker tenements, along with recycled mills now used as apartments and small businesses dot the path. The observant visitor is challenged to discover the legacy layers of this landscape of industry.”
I recommend if you’re ever in the area, to make a stop and spend the day. There is something here for everyone….
Sasysquatchgirl 