Welcome, little one. Welcome to the Mountains. You are the first of the 7th generation to touch foot, feel the water, smell the air Your mom says this is the furthest journey you have taken in your seven months upon this earth Yes, in more ways than one, It is the furthest. Coming here is like moving through space and time, back through our family story We don’t know it at first As kids it is just fun – Sun Sandcastles Crayfish under rocks Brisk Water Marshmallowy fingers Bear stories Giggles with cousins Mountain climbs Sugar for breakfast, lunch and dinner Shooting stars That’s what we thought made it so special little did we know it ran much deeper through our bones pumping in our veins Late nights around crackling campfires Circles of song Gatherings of love Traditions and treasures Glimpses of truth Hugs from hearts overflowing Midnight swims with generations past Friends who have become family Tears and dancing Etchings on our souls The safety of family knowing they would always be here not that it would always be easy On no! Indeed, we have had more tragedy than I’d like to recall but, and it is a BIG “but” we can always find our way back to the Mountains find our way back to the generations of love, depth and abundance Year after year received back by this sacred land Decade after decade returning to be with these beautiful souls It lifts us and grounds us at the same time up and down all at once waves in a pattern of dichotomy In the mountains we know who we are – stripped of facade, glitter and titles none of that matters here the deep Sacandaga waters wash all the glitter away the evening glow of campfires burn through all façades our names are reduced to “mommy” “sister” “grandson” “cuz” “son” "gram" the only titles we need, the only ones that matter Generation after generation after generation after generation after generation after generation after generation… Built the love that you feel when you are here. It will buoy you keep you afloat when life’s storms are strong It will ground you hold you close when life’s uncertainties linger Welcome little one. Welcome to the Mountains, to your Mountains. They are here for you and they are deep within you. Seven generations deep.
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Scott
8/9/2017 12:50:22 pm
thanks for sharing: ya your words like our fam, sweet like a dum dum, profound like the echoes of a loon
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Christy Huynh
8/10/2017 07:58:36 am
Thanks Scott! I failed to mention dum dum's and loons!
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Carrie
8/13/2017 07:45:09 am
Love you "cuz" - feeling so blessed and thankful to be a part of this family story.
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Christy Huynh
8/14/2017 12:59:45 pm
Carrie - Love you too CUZ!
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Patrick Danford
8/10/2022 06:42:10 am
Beautiful Site. Forgot after I got a New Phone.
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