Lancaster Loop

Did it. Rode the defy- all-reasoning "airbus" to PA with a box of cremaines at my toes. Mom's last flight, so to speak. (Not counting the angel-lift last December, of course.) So, six months to the day after her death, her earthly carbon was laid to rest in just the spot she arranged so long before. ..centuries before...eons ago when she could still make a decision, a cohereant sentence, a thought... back when she knew who I was, when she could remember her own name. Terrible thing Alzheimers.
They say once its on the internet, its out there- it never goes away. So how far does it go? I've heard of people emailing saints and God even. Surely that is of psychological benefit to the sender. Just like the weeds pulled from the vacant lot where Mother's childhood home once stood, and those from that accross the street where her Aunt Louise used to live. Its possible they'll seed and take root on that tiny little plot where I laid them. In her combative stage, Mom would carry a chair around the neighborhood trying to find her mother's or Aunt Louise's house. So the weeds were the best I could do. Home isn't always where you left it.
There I was in Lancaster County, among the Amish. It occurred to me that I really ought to read the words in those pretty coffee table books that I have inherited about the culture. Apparently I acted in taboo by photographing those country folk... Its that "graven image" thing, not the stealing of souls that is the popular belief among "the English"... and my cousins.
I still look forward to seeing all those blurry shots .
Speaking of cousins and blurry shots, the two go hand-in hand. Payton Place has nothing on that clan. The scandals that have festered over the past few years have nearly caused a Hatfield & McCoy senario. I crossed enemy lines in effort to instigate peace. There is so much distrust between the factions that I got mixed reviews for my holy work, and only time will tell if those seeds will germinate.
In all, the Lancaster loop renewed my own sense of peace and priority.
Thanks to those of you who helped me overcome my reservations about flying. Pun intended.