Do you ever get out to some of your favorite local honey holes and just picture a Native American campsite or village unfolding before your eyes as you walk through the woods or the fields? Every where I go now I picture the land as it once was, and with every flake, tool or point I find I feel connected to the maker in a very special way. Today I found myself picruring a point I would find. As I perused a local hot spot I found this beautiful (Merrimack) point? Sitting face up staring back at me. And it was exactly the point I envisioned myself finding today. Very weird, moving
, even spiritual experience for me. Even when walking by myself for points I never quite feel "alone" because I am envisioning the long houses that would've been under my feet as I walk through the fields or by the creeks where our native friends spent many a night. Even the other day in the "blizzard" I had a new appreciation for what these people could withstand with far less than we have today. Sometimes I wonder if they truly had far "more" in life than we do today. Does anyone else try to envision their hunting grounds like this?
, even spiritual experience for me. Even when walking by myself for points I never quite feel "alone" because I am envisioning the long houses that would've been under my feet as I walk through the fields or by the creeks where our native friends spent many a night. Even the other day in the "blizzard" I had a new appreciation for what these people could withstand with far less than we have today. Sometimes I wonder if they truly had far "more" in life than we do today. Does anyone else try to envision their hunting grounds like this?
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