Tuesday, 30 June 2009- A Light in the Seneca Creek State Park

Tuesday, 30 June 2009 – A Light in the Seneca Creek State Park
Yesterday, when I was at the library, I looked at the books for sale and found a long lost favorite called A Light in the Forest. It was about a white boy who was captured and raised by the Lenne Lenape Indians, and then forced to return to the white culture after a treaty had been ratified. If I was in his shoes, I would have done what he did and tried to return to the Indian family of his youth, and Mother Earth. I identified with his feeling of confusion, trying to identify himself with one or the other. I have yet to fully identify myself with the modern culture I live in the midst of, only I didn’t identify with the family of my youth, or my birth family.
I bought the book for 50 cents. Before I had read two paragraphs, I realized that I should be reading this book in that Seneca Creek State Park that I had passed by several dozen times on Clopper Road. I took a trip to the storage unit and dropped off everything I carried with me except the book, my bus pass, sleeping mat, water, keys and phone and caught the bus to the state park. I followed my instinct which suggested I walk toward the lake. When I got to the lake, I discovered that kayaks and canoes are rented here. I stretched out on my mat and read my book. I didn’t put it down until I had read the whole thing. Then I slept for 2 hours. It threatened to rain, but never did. I felt at peace in the peaceful setting.