Hail Brave Hearts
The stormy waters filled with rapids, guide you further into the unknown. Down the perilous pathway of water to a landing where unknown inhabitants greet you with curiosity. Immigrants are unknown here. Migrants from other lands are unusual and suspect. Strangers. Strangers all are we. Unusual groups of people meeting each other on land and territories already occupied by aboriginals.
A chance to land on untamed wilderness, but no, push on, push on. Push on to the treasure, that pot of gold. Follow your rainbow, find your dream. The world was just as perilous then as it is now. Tame the forest, fight for this freedom, if it’s worth fighting for. Now that your path is dedicated to this life, this life you must live, or perish trying. Live your great adventurers, this is the dream that calls you. Live! No point in complaining, in blaming and accusing. No point in sorrow or despair. This is the life that you’ve accepted. Push on, oh brave hearts, that X on the map lies out in these regions somewhere.
The poverty of Europe, the wars, the disease, now left behind on this quest for freedom. Fighters, maybe, escapees perhaps, adventurers always. Come to Canada. Your life lies here, if you can find your way.
The rivers of highways will guide you inland, inland to a place for you to stay. A place to build your home and to carve your future from the great wild.
The native peoples are somewhat quiet, and somewhat peaceful. If they will help you there will be a chance. The land is fertile, but clearing is difficult, negotiations are made to occupy this place. A place of wild wilderness, where the wildlife come into view. A dangerous animal, a pretty deer, calling birds, but get on with it. There’s no time to waste on wildlife viewing, no time to spare in planting the harvest, no time to wait in building a house. Beware of the evils of the wild. Too much muscle strain, too much isolation, a life too difficult for many. However this is the chosen path, the way to divine freedom. Flee from oppression, from the certainty of war, from starvation by poverty. This must be better. This X on the map. This place, this freedom was worth fighting for.
Finally to arrive at your own place in paradise. Rivers, forests, wilderness, wildlife, aboriginals, pestilence, strife and land. The journey to this special place, the fulfillment of this dream, a destiny for all of us. Now is the time to prove your education, skills, qualifications, abilities, aptitudes and determination. Now is the time to build your house, your shack in paradise. All of the time spent clearing the land, removing the brush, using the training that was taught to you. Now you will know if you were a good student, listening well to an instructor so far away. Now you will know if you are at the end of your journey, or if your new life has just begun.
Dream, oh great adventurer, of a life in a far off land. Secure that piece of paradise. Build your shack in the wilds. Your homesteading life has begun.
Do-it-yourself house on the mountain. What did I find from that – YouTube
A house on a mountain with your own hands. Part 2 – YouTube
Written by Dr Louise Hayes
June 7, 2022