This piece came about after my husband
discovered the
arrowhead above when doing groundwork for a brick patio behind our
house.
I can imagine with the streams in the area, it was aimed at a fleeing
deer.
Then on a farm next door, he mentioned that
there was
a stone under a hickory tree where the nuts still fall (perhaps where a
larger grove used to be) that appears like it has a depression in
it...as
if it was used to crack nuts by native people long ago. Who can say?
But
to me it suggested that we are surrounded by deeper history than we
know.
And when I was "stuck" at one point trying
to
complete the piece, I happened to hear an old melody I assume is from
the
heritage of later settlers. I have since seen it in a hymn arrangement
book
under the title "I will Arise and Go to Jesus," but I don't know
the words. It intrigued me how in spite of a difference in their
rhythms,
the imaginary and literal themes seemed to blend. Coincidentally, the
two
ideas came together near the American observance of Thanksgiving. I
think
the meaning is that we are all on a spirit trail.
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