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the new national dream

Hail, Brave hearts!

The land is vanishing before our eyes. The wealth of the nation, plundered in waste. That vast expanse of beauty, the view of wonder for the weary eyes to behold, and peaceful rest for the tired body.
The soul yearns for the quiet sounds of nature, the sweet scents, the soft underlay of ground, and the soothing bath of life sustaining waters, for cooling swims on warm summers’ days.
Oh, the land, so precious and finite. It’s allure, with it’s awesome beauty and natural wonder, compels us to venture forth, with the same inspiration to adventure, as our forefathers. The grand land. The grandeur of the land. The wealth of the nation.
Lucky are we to be the caretakers of such greatness and beauty.

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The land that has called us for centuries, to marvel at it’s wondrous creation, to fulfill the dreams of adventure, and to capture it’s beauty on film and in art. The land that we share, with each other, with the great wild and with the world.
Who dares to enter the land and plunder there? Ringing our lakes with development, unaccessable to us, to the wild and to the world. Blocking out the view, the cooling waters, the beaches and the calm. Blocking out the meditative strength of peaceful rest by a sparkling lake. Blocking out the joy of swimming in fresh, cool waters, testing your strength against a wave, playing in the sand and marveling at the aquatic life, the small fish and the shy crayfish. Learning new skills, swimming, boating and snorkeling. Spotting new birds, identifying fish, shells and plant life. The awesome lakes, a learning playground for us all.
Oh, to be the almighty human, brilliant and daring! The investment in the land was so appealing, so enticing, so alluring. To be wealthy, to be rich, to be admired! The self conscious yearning of a life, craving the charmed achievement of social success. Wealth, money, prestige! Oh, to have it all! To be the almighty human! To be the prominent, the illustrious, the awesome, awe-inspiring human!
The plunder of the lake shore denies the rest. It denies the visitor and the great wild. Go to the parks, you inferior man! The gates to this lake are closed.
But you, bravehearts, rise to a different call. The nation is spent on foreign investment, on the gain of the massive fortune of international control. The wealth of tourism, a multi-million dollar venture, lost to foreign investment.
Hotel and resorts are your calling now. The all Canadian dream of cottage life and cottage grandeur, fade into the past as the family owned resort presents the new Canadian way.
Not merely a cottage, but a hotel, a resort, a fly-in remote location. The economic gain of this nation, for the international elite, is not some small cottage, but an investment into the multi-million dollar tourist market.
Where is your hotel? Where is your investment in the future of the country? Where is your economic gain?
A cottage in the wilderness is the ideal of Canadian life. Remote and prestigious and so, so exclusive. A cut above the rest, was once a wise investment, but the real prosperity went to foreign control.
Put your families onto an estate, oh brave hearts. It can be hotels, resorts, spas. All of these, support the economic prosperity of the country. They employ thousands of people in tourism and eco-tourism, making you, oh brave heart a prestigious owner and employer, learning many skills and trades and serving the surrounding community with jobs and promoting growth with happy visitors.
Tourism is a multi-million dollar word. A hotel, or resort on that lake, instead of a cottage, provides more wealth and uses less land. It teaches more skills and provides more educational opportunities than the cottage. Sports, book keeping, accounting, cooking, management and more. You, the almighty human, become a prestigious hotelier and manager, instead of just another cottager. A hotelier, who employs many people, who provides accommodation for guests and opens the nation to the world.
A resort owner, who helps to provide tourism to the local community.
Save your wealth, oh brilliant ones. This kind of investment in the nation, is greater economic gain, than the cottage. Greater for yourselves, for the nation and for us all!

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
March 31, 2014

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The All Canadian Dream

Hail, almighty human

Cast your worries aside and lounge in peaceful comfort and restful relaxation, at the fine escape of your choosing. An awakening of senses, and the joy of prosperity, your family vacation property has it all. Awesome human, your lifetime challenge has been achieved. You linger over a fine view of vanishing waterfront on pristine, remote lakes. Ahh! the luxury, the joy of living, the peace and quiet of natures bountiful blessing. Awesome, good earth with its tranquil places of divine landscape and meditative stillness. The great wild holds you in its palm and you rest in the comfort of the creation of the great earth.
Warm summer breezes caress your skin and cool summer waters soothe the aching heat.
Summertime bliss, summertime, prosperity and summertime escape.
The chattering family moor the boat to the dock. Another round of watersports ended for today. The lesson of summers play, to swim, to fish,to drive a boat, paddle a canoe, water ski and play at water sports.
The cottage is the all Canadian summer time dream. An escape of infinite pleasure. Luxury, rustic setting, an achievement for only the wealthy to share. A cabin in the woods, where no other human dare to dwell. The toil and strain of business enterprise, of work and perseverance, of drive and ambition, of properly funded investments, and cleverly calculated risks. Now to achieve the all time Canadian dream. A cottage.
Hail, almighty human, you have it all. Side by side accommodation on vanishing lakefront. An exchange of place, from city to country, from neighbours to neighbours. To dangle your feet from a dock into the cool water and to call this simple act, paradise!
The rolling waves change your view, thunderstorms move in from miles away, the stars shine in the heavens above and what was once a remote getaway has become a semi-forested crowded retreat, with unending views of cottages and neighbours.
A speed boat interupts the quiet paddle of your canoe and the call of the loon echoes in distant memory. A Canadian tradition, a Canadian dream, the rights of passage to the moneyed world.
Hail brave hearts, look into your mind, waters for swimming and with varieties of fishes, but no access for you. The call of the loon, the racket of geese, the sounds of serenity and the remote wild, vanishing to the play and intrusion of motorized craft and overpopulated shorelines, filled with summer homes and islands filled with people. The escape into a different suburbia, from streetscape to waterscape, from overcrowded city into overcrowded country. Farther and farther, more and more remote, more development, more noise, less privacy, less tranquility, less peace. The awesome call to the wild, hurried by rush hour traffic, for miles and hours along speeding highways. Go north, along with all of the other hurrying humans, as they vacate the city for lakeshore retreat. To campfires and sing-a-longs, to parties and play. The crowded lakes of cottage country, entice those with the funds to escape.
To the wild! To the wild! Go north, to the wild! To fulfill the fabulous calling, of the needed wild paradise, and the still secure, all Canadian dream.
http://www.discovermuskoka.ca/

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
April 1, 2014

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Masters

Good morning, you brilliant ones.
The stars shine upon you and the sun casts it’s warmth to you and you are saved.
Hail, brave hearts, rise to the glory of this day, for this is a day for you, for your being, for adventure and play. Cast out the curse of the devil and the downtrodden, the debilitating foe of criticism and malice. The tormentor, whose evil plays on your self- esteem and discourages your ambition. Don’t take chances, whispers the devil, stay home, it says, don’t go out to play.
Sometimes, for your safety, those words are correct, but too often the fears of the devil make us weak. Too often that voice penetrates the mind and reduces enthusiasm or motivation. Too often the devil speaks with cunning, undermining criticism. Beware the devil, oh brilliant ones, he speaks to everyone and he speaks with abuse. To truly achieve, the devil must be silenced and the strong will of a determined mind, obeyed.
The devil will tell you to sleep in, that your body isn’t strong, that your mind is poor, that your destiny is shallow and eventually, that you are a slave.
Courage, oh brilliant ones. Stay on your course, no success was ever achieved by listening to the belittling remarks of the devil.
Sleep, oh dreamy heads, calls the devil. Eat and gorge yourselves, plunder and kill. For what is might but to be mighty. What is strength, but to be strong. To wield a weapon and to be feared.
The inner devil is a debilitating master. A foe of persistent and domineering presence who commands laziness, asks for cake, don’t run, only drive. Don’t recycle, says the devil, cast it on the ground. Let the earth clean itself, to the growing number of human inhabitants.
The devil tempts with short term gain, a treat for the taste buds, but a mind boggling danger to the body. Too much sugar, too much alcohol, too many vices. The body aches and grows old in weary intolerance of the growing number of contaminates the body consumes. Poor food quality, poor water quality, poor air quality. Plunder and abuse, the earth, the water, the animals and the humans. Fell the forest, burn it to the ground. Our common sense is confused by the contradictions of experts. Loss of property, loss of habitat, pollution, over development. Kill, says the devil, and down it comes. Murder, says the devil and plunder calls us. Death says the devil and society rocks in turmoil and crime.
Flea,says the devil, arm yourselves, the enemy is everywhere. Hysteria and hardship follow the devil and he speaks a language of destruction and despair. War to the planet, victims everywhere. No mercy, no life.
The brave will come forward and cast out the devil. Be strong, oh brave hearts, it persists everywhere. Take charge of your mind and overrule the persistent devil that entraps you into complacency and weakness. The devil, who wastes your days and fills your time with idleness. The devil, who ignores your health, who causes inferiority, who develops life reducing habits.
Silence the devil, oh brave hearts and build your strong and healthy lives.
To your success.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
March 9, 2014

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A Day for World Wildlife

Hail brave hearts
Peace amongst you on this day of celebration. A day for the earth to sing its songs of gladness and to fill our hearts with joy.
This is a day for us to take action against the plunder of the environment, against the devastation of habitat loss and against the vanishing land and the precious wild lives that it contains. The earth sings its songs of gladness for all of the lives it creates, for all of the creatures that inhabit this globe and live in the balance of the natural world. A predator, a prey, a tree or a flower, all are victims of habitat loss and environmental destruction. They are victims of pollution, of over development, of starvation and poaching. The wide variety of life forms becomes more and more limited as sensitive species perish from over harvesting, starvation, habitat loss and over development. They call out their names as they vanish into the archives. Lists of animals and plant life, gone forever into the unknown world of perished species.

http://sounds.bl.uk/Environment

Endangered wild life, rare species, animals struggling to survive in a world already so overpopulated with people that the sparse land can house no more.
Dead land, desert, rock, dead lakes, pollution, plastics, fuel, contaminants. Too much for the wild life of the world to bear. No where to find clean water to drink, no where to find fresh grass to eat. Insecticides, pesticides, poison. Contaminated food, contaminated soil, contaminated water. Forest fires, shale, rock and clearing. No where to find shelter, no where to birth this offspring. No where to live.
The sound of the earth mover rumbles in the distance. Run from the machinery of habitat destruction, fire and smoke, it sears our eyes and burns our lungs. The forest is gone, the thickets are cleared, our bellies are swollen from pregnancy, but where to go to birth this calf. What to eat, as the grasses die, where to lie down as there is no shade.
The tiny ones can run no more. Their new legs so awkward, struggle to move. Their tiny hearts and panting breath, they cannot take another step. Their weary bodies, from too much exertion, lie down and rest to sleep some more. Where to find that needed shelter, shrubs and thickets to curl up in. Hours old, the tiny ones can only rest. Run? They can’t run. Hide? Where can they hide. The warm thickets that protect their small bodies die of harvesting and disease and the babies have no where to go.
Tiny offspring, who struggle to survive, your lives are hard enough. The natural balance of predator and prey, fills your lives with fear and hardship. But now, where to birth that new offspring, where to protect that tiny life?
The starving mother lies in stillness as her body consumes that tiny embreo. No food for this offspring, it won’t be born.
One day to celebrate the salvation of the planet. A day for world wildlife and environmental protection. Hear us almighty human, as we raise our voices, for the call of the wild.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
March 3, 2014

To the Almighty Human
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To the Almighty Human

good morning Brave hearts!
Welcome to the thrilling adventure of this day. Precious day, whose time unfolds in minutes and hours of pressing passing. Only a minute, only an hour. How to spend this precious day. In random idleness, in deliberate pursuits, in work, in play, in love in adventure. To sleep in, to rise early, to fulfill a passion, to merely dream. To focus on an objective, to rise to glory, to stumble, to fall, to resurrect oneself. The day presents the gift of giving, a fine and glorious day.
Dedicated time, just for you, to be used wisely, or to be languished away, to hone skills or to waste. The choice of this day is a call to your strength, to your fine aptitudes, to your brilliant quest. Each day, used wisely, properly fulfilled is a lifetime of achievement, a lifetime of personal bests, a lifetime of raising the bar and setting a goal, just out of reach, but reach for it you will. The constant pursuit of achievement, of success, in just minutes, or hours of a day.
Choose your paths wisely, oh great ones. Of the multitudes of experiences to choose for you living, choose wisely, oh brave hearts. One more skill to add to your collection of self fulfillment, one more skill for your personal accomplishments, one more skill to add to your directory, one more skill for a lifetime of success. It comes to you with this day.
This lucky day, brought to you by the rising sun. The universe calls your name, oh human and you rise to this day with the acceptance of your dutiful calling. Another day, in war or peace?
Tread softly on the great planet, oh brave hearts. Your destiny is fulfilled with each passing day. The minutes and the hours count for a life of worthwhile living. A life of success and adventure. Cone out into the playground of the world, oh great ones and fulfill the calling of your mind.
Here us! oh great human, calls the thriving planet. We are your salvation, your joy, your quest in life, you personal experiences and your challenge. What will be your adventure for this day?
Choose us! calls the great landscape. Come out to the adventure of your life. As is the past of your great ancestors, the wilderness called your name and the mighty responded. The ancient lives of our forefathers fought the rapids, dared the glaciers, carved paths of destiny through the snow. The lives of chilling adventure, of thrilling achievement, of success of the mind and body, of a pursuit of skills and enterprise.
To follow a path of such daunting challenge, to whereabouts unknown. To test their skills, their strength, their courage, their negotiations, their humanity, their common sense. Where does your life take you? To courage and sensibility, or to war and shame. To fight for the great freedom of the joy of living, or to fail and flounder in despair.
Hail, brave hearts, praises to the great negotiation. As the sun rises on this day, it will be a glorious day. Another skill sharpened, another test passed, another success. To remember your ancestors, who rose to each day, to fulfill the quest of the mighty man. A nation explored, a peoples who were generous and the conquest of personal challenge and personal might.
To your achievements, oh brave hearts.

http://digital.library.mcgill.ca/nwc/history/08.htm

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
Feb 24, 2014

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Valentine’s Day

Good day, you awesome human.

A morning of special delights, where the world calls you and you rise to the joy of another day of life well lived. A holiday. A day of love and kindness. A day to remember that special someone who makes the world a wonderful place. A day set aside to remember the joy of sharing, the compassion of each day, the companionship and the affection. The security in a world where love resides.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDDoAcHZX8c Valentines Day in Jasper National Park

Great human, all of life needs your love. All of life, needs your attention, your affection, your nurturing and your caring. All of life needs your awareness and kindness. All of life calls to you and all of life craves your support.
Brave human, tread so softly on the great planet. That tiny, wounded life calls to your heart and your mind. Save us, almighty human! Don’t let us die!
The wondrous planet sends life to it’s surface for us to explore, to enjoy. That beautiful great land, with so much abundance of life, of love, of giving and sharing. The world, so full of awe and wonder. The world so full of life and adventure. The world of the creation of the Earth. Of splendor and glory and magnificence.
Plunder not, oh great human. This glorious great Earth is a masterpiece of life and living. The joy of creating, the duty of care.
Whose world is this, almighty human? Where you, almighty man, have gifts of emotion of happiness, of compassion, of kindness, of affection and of love.
See the world for the oasis of life that it is. One small planet in a galaxy of rock and dust, where no other humans can live. Here, on this tiny planet, where the Creator casts it’s mysterious spell and life forms thrive in abundance.
The Earth sings with the joy of the living planet. It sings with all of it’s heart for the love of living and the joy of their being. The tiny ones, obeying and dutiful to their call, the mighty ones, protecting their place and securing the destiny of the landscape.
They are the creation of the Earth, their rightful place is among us, with us, in our soul. Their presence makes us happy. Another awesome creature, a dutiful life with a deliberate purpose. It’s creation, to fulfill it’s own destiny in the landscape that it inhabits, like us, great human. A life of purpose, created to fulfill it’s own calling.
Hail, great almighty human, for you have loved and you have conquered. Your superior aptitudes and skills are proven. All others acknowledge your might.
Hear us, sing the Earths creations. The joy that our lives are. We too have a great gift to share, we too have a place on the great planet, we too have love and kindness. We too, have emotion and our lives are difficult.
You, great human, on this wonderful day of love and kindness, have peace between you. No wars are fought, no turmoil, no pain. The kindness of the day, for you and for us.
Happy Valentines Day.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
February 14, 2014

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Ancestory

Good morning Brave hearts!

Rise and shine! The world awaits you on this glorious day of fun filled adventure and grand survival. Hail to you, almighty human, for the far reaches of your destiny and for the clever intellect that saves you there.
Here, in the far north, resides the inventor. Clever human of specialized skills who lives in remote, but inspiring circumstances in the awesome and wondrous far north.
The inventor, who’s skills have saved them from the cold, from starvation and from isolation.
Scrape off your vehicles, run the engine, pull out the snow blower, shovel, shovel, shovel. The life in winter has it’s moments of back breaking hard work, icy sidewalks and treacherous driving. Pull out the sand, the salt, the ice melters. Let the plows pass to clean the streets. The snowy, blowy, frosty winter is upon us.
Hail bravehearts, to the brilliant lives of our forerunners. To building igloos, to building kayaks, to catching fish and to harnessing dogs. The life of the land was a hard one and the brilliant inventor survived by necessity, cunning and ingenuity.
The howling dogs greet their masters in the snowy morning. Dogs for hunting with and for pulling sleighs. Dogs that make their lives easier by transportation and pulling cargo. Dogs, harnessed to sleighs for sport, hunting, travelling and carrying. The dogs are a savior to the aboriginals of the far north. They carry far more than anyone could ever carry on a pack and travel more quickly and more efficiently. Dogs and man, an age old friendship, for dogs willingly accept habitation amongst humans and comply with training.
The dog sled was invented in approximately 800 BC by the Thule peoples of the Canadian high Arctic. Ancestors of the Inuit, the Thule people carved a niche in the far north, migrating hundreds of miles to their destination across the Canadian arctic. They traveled all the way across the continent of North America from Alaska, to new worlds on the other side, as far as Labrador. In the cold, snowy north, where game is plentiful, snowfall high and temperatures plunging to cold minus’s, these adaptive peoples resided.
The allure of the land held them captive and they lived on the abundant, prosperity of the gifts of the earth.
Clever aptitudes, building whale bone housing, covered with animal skins, or sod houses, or igloos. The inventor kept the cold at bay with warm housing made from the materials at hand.
Hail to you, oh brave hearts of the far north, for inventions that saved you, for perseverance and cleverness,for your great adaptability to a harsh and unforgiving climate in a land of awesome wonder and beauty. The ancient peoples of our nation resided in some of the harshest and most extreme climates in the world. Not mearly to survive, but to live and to thrive in dangerous and remote places.

http://www.glenbow.org/thule/?lang=en&p=outside&t=enhanced&s=3-1&mi=1

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
January 31,2014

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Barren ground Caribou

Hail brilliant mankind

Cast your eyes upon the wilds of the great land. The wilderness stretches out before you and you are saved. The new land, freshly washed of glacier ice and snow reveals the tundra and the life within. Brave hunters, your lives await you there. Up, way up, above the treeline into the Arctic.
Cast your eyes upon the land and view the newness of the Earth. Your lives await you here, almighty human, the brave explorer, the clever hunter. The wild beasts roam and in your view is the vast herd you’ve been searching for.
Caribou!
Here in the far north is a large migrating herd of caribou. The home of the barren ground caribou as they move across the northern plains of the North West Territories. A way of life for nomadic peoples as they follow the herds for food and clothing. A lifeline, a support, a tradition. Beware, almighty human, the world changes.

Click to access 2011-2015_Barren-ground_Caribou_Management_Strategy.pdf

The barren ground caribou is in decline. It’s once magnificent numbers in the hundreds of thousands of animals is now declining and the great herds are vanishing. A way of life vanishes with them. Gone is the migrating hunter, who’s dependency upon the caribou sustained them in food and clothing. Gone is the sport hunter and with the loss of the wild herds eco- tourism vanishes as well.
Hail bravehearts to the call of the wild.
The exploitation of the far north is a blight upon us. Overharvesting of a national treasure affects our cultural identity. As an environmentalist and a conservationist, the predation of the wild is a long standing concern. Hardship for the people, hardship for the wildlife and loss of culture, a food source, a tourist delight and a way of life.
The sustainability of the land appears consistent. The food source for the animals themselves seems stable. Overhunting is identified as a factor in the rapid decline and the dwindling numbers of caribou are a threat to the sustainability of the wild.
Eager hunters, your bellies are full and hunting of the magnificent wild is no more.
The lands set aside for wildlife habitat is immense in Canada, but still, the plunder increases. The far north, the tundra, uncultivated, unproductive land, whose resource value is low, but for the wildlife that resides there, it sustains them. Specially adapted animals, whose lives have supported the indigenous peoples of northern Canada for centuries. To loose the herds of the wild is to loose our national, cultural identity. The migration of the early peoples, the fur trade, the choice to inhabit the north. The integrity of the wild is essential to us.
Hail mankind. The world is yours, to protect or discard, choose wisely.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
November 20,2013

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The Pilgrims

Good day, you brilliant ones.
The feasting of Thanksgiving is passing, but as with all traditions and their historical significance, the celebration is only a reminder of the truth of its existence. To give thanks for life itself is the meaning of the day. The joy of sharing, the happiness of celebration and the relief of a bountiful harvest. Food. No hunger, no starvation, no more worry for the winter.
Traditions arise from many sources, but a holiday to give thanks for the bountiful harvest, which will provide for all during the long winter, was a holiday of feasting and sharing, a holiday of community and a time to end all suffering. No disputes amongst us on these special days. The days when the earth is praised for the abundance that it provides, the days when the Almighty is praised for salvation and the days when community is praised for peace amongst us and all of the benefits that peace brings to our lives.
Historically, the first Thanksgiving took place with the pilgrims in the 1600’s. The joy and relief of a season of toil, was gifted with a plentiful harvest which would last throughout the winter. The negotiated peace was honoured and a lasting peace was accomplished.
Relief. The joy of such a simple achievement. Food. A garden. A party. Prayers, praises, blessings and thanks. The joy of such a simple accomplishment. Food.
With this first Thanksgiving came the hope and dreams of years to come. Aspirations to build a community, a colony, perhaps a country. A home of freedom. The constant call of beleagured peoples. Freedom!
The natives were friendly. There was peace amongst us.

http://www.history.com/topics/thanksgiving

Now, from the first season of toil, comes the wealth of the land. Prosperity! With relief and gladness they sang their songs of praises, of worship, of joy. No more the suffering of distant disputes, the hardships of unrequieted trust. The loss of honour and dignity. No more the distant call of a distant drummer, to beat the path to their own self worth. Now, for this small group of people, in their own chosen world is a haven of safety for themselves.
The natives are friendly. They signed the contract. There will be peace amongst us. So much to give thanks for, so much to have joy for , so much to live for. Paths of their own choosing, a destiny of their own calling, an all encompassing grace.
Joy to you, almighty man, for the achievement of a great landing. Joy to you, you great negotiators, you great peacekeepers. Praises to you for the harvest and the crops and the food and for plenty. Plenty, for your survival, plenty for your daily bread, plenty to share and to plenty to give thanks for. With solemn prayers and joyful hearts, we hear you from your brilliant past.
Hail to you, almighty human, for the songs in your hearts, for the brilliance of your minds and for the skills of negotiation. The negotiated peace is prosperity, humanity and your heartfelt joy.
Praises for the ancient landing, praises for peace amongst us, praises for Thanksgiving and to all of you.
Happy Thanksgiving.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
October 14, 2013
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Thanksgiving

Good day you awesome human

This weekend is the celebration of all of our harvest. A happy time, a prosperous time and a time of thanksgiving. Thank you for the gifts of food, for the sharing and for the discovery of the new world. Thank you for peace amongst us, for family and for friends. Thank you for the harvest, for the good earth and for the land to call home.
This is a time of joy in our land, a time of feasting, to overcome the shadow of dark starvation, of poverty and of loss. The toil of the land produces plenty and the harvest yields another season of healthy wealth. Another season of joy as our larders fill with the crops, put down from this years bountiful growth. We are the lucky ones to live our lives in a land so abundant.
The catch of the day lies just off shore. The fishing vessels from far off places come to our coastlines to cast their nets. The hungry from their own nations call to be appeased. Their fishermen travel long distances to find a place where they can catch fish. The times are the 1600’s and the new world is attracting settlers, merchants and fishermen from Europe.
The pilgrims have landed on Plymouth Rock and are settling in America. The natives were congenial. They shared in the harvest and helped the new pilgrims to survive.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pilgrims_(Plymouth_Colony)

The newly found earth sighs as it gives up its harvest to the grateful pilgrims. They have escaped to a life of prosperity and health. The soil is nutritious the yield is high enough. No more the starving plight of impoverished families. Famine or pestilence has been left behind. The new world is a blessing to them and the friendly natives do them no harm.
A community of sharing unfolds as the blessing of food is gratefully accepted and peace amongst us is the order of the day. Peace to all of us, who have been so fortunate as to travel to this great land. To meet the people who now live close by, who share the land, the wealth of the land and the bountiful harvest.
Praises to the great Earth for the plentiful food. Praises to the almighty human for compassion and sharing. No starvation in this land and the food itself gives time for other pursuits. America becomes the land of plenty. The land of dreams, of opportunity. The land of prosperity. From an ancient landing a reputation is born. Come to America! You will live well here!
Come they did. Across the Atlantic in nervous anticipation of a new life with new meaning. The joy of freedom flows in their veins. The pride of achievement swells in their breasts. The joy of living is their daily bread. They sing the glad tidings of gratefulness and pray their prayers of joy and hope. Starvation is banished. Poverty recedes. The merciful almighty hears their prayers and blesses them with abundance.
Joy to you, oh fortunate human and praises to the peacekeepers. The start of a new world, a new nation, new lives, arising from the good fortune of the congenial gift of mutual sharing.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
October 9, 2013
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