We were on a family trip to Plymouth, MA and Plimoth Plantation during the kids last week of school. It was amazing to learn the history of the Pilgrims, how they were really a separatist, fundamentalist Christian sect.
They landed at ground zero of a plague in 1620 which had wiped out the native population, but they found the protected land, access to water and sloping hills to be perfect, however harsh the winter was at that moment, and built their town literally on the graves of the Wampanoag people.
I know my family\’s heritage back to the 1800\’s with English/Welsh and German immigrants on my mom\’s side, and Polish/Lithuanian on my dad\’s side. Visually though, many people assume I am Native American and that might be the case, or perhaps it\’s some Mediterranean influence.
On what are we planting our roots? Who are our ancestors? What were the mores of our tribes?
As my husband and I are raising our three kids as self-directed thinkers, I feel an ease that we are not missing our boat as it were, but rather approaching each turn in the perfect time, guided by all the people and events which have brought us to this moment.
Feeling blessed this summer day to be living the life we dreamed. Sunrise, planting the next sections of the garden and pool time at Porter\’s Farm is all an absolute pleasure.