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Talk about "the good old days..."
My whole family went to the country for the summers, and my cousins and I belonged to the "Nature and Science Club." This involved a large part of every day. We all took off for Indian Rock, which was located beyond the blueberry field, and just in front of the Seven Meadows. Every time we went, we had to go through the initiation ritual, which we took as seriously as we would later on when choosing which car or house to buy. It involved sliding down the path, climbing up the tree, doing something by the cave, and doing several other things, until finally we had to jump across the chasm in Indian Rock which had been created by lightening many years before. Of course, if anyone messed up, they got a do over. Then we spent the rest of our time there playing. It was serious play though and had to do with a million things, like nature, and being family, and strength, and ideas and being ourselves and alive.
I kissed my first boyfriend, Eddie Rubin, who had dimples and smoked cigarettes, in the cave. My boy cousins stood in a group nearby and I remember knowing that
they did not approve - he smoked cigarettes, and I was letting a boy kiss me!
Then we would go the the top of the Rolling Meadow, where we would run to the top of the hill it formed, and then rolled down into the ditch at the bottom. We did this over and over again, and our laughter was wonderful!
I sometimes went there myself. It was there that I learned that fantasy is sometimes better than reality and I met God there. One of the meadows was called the Bridal Veil Meadow because the trees in front of it met and it looked like an alter to be married under. I stood there for a long time wanting to go in,
but I didn't because I knew that the mystery of what beauty might be inside, through those trees, was better than what I really would find. I felt a shimmering presence there that day, who I knew was God.
Those were some of the finest days of my life.
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