Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died. Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons in the revolutionary army, another had two sons captured. Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the revolutionary war. They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.
What kind of men were they? Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners, men of means, well educated. But they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured. Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.
Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward. Vandals or soldiers or both, looted the properties of Ellery, Clymer, Hall, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.
At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. The owner quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.
Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.
John Hart was driven from his wife’s bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished. A few weeks later he died from exhaustion and a broken heart. Norris and Livingston suffered similar fates.
Such were the stories and sacrifices of the American Revolution. These were not wild eyed, rabble-rousing ruffians. They were soft-spoken men of means and education. They had security, but they valued liberty more. Standing tall, straight, and unwavering, they pledged: ‘For the support of this declaration, with firm reliance on the protection of the divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other, our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.’
Every morning I have a blind date with my body. And as I do, a million questions run through my head.
Who is this person sitting across from me in the mirror? Am I my own soulmate? Are the dreams in my heart and my thoughts in my head perfect strangers?
How can I open my heart to this imperfect human who is staring back at me? How can I learn to love their wrinkles? How can I build a future with this person?
And every morning during my blind date with my own image I remember the secret to any great relationship … Is to let them see you as you really are.
So, how do I see myself? As a piece of cosmic art or as half-shattered bowl? Maybe it’s both things at the same time.
My love, In order to feel at home in your skin you must learn to be yourself, with yourself. And to see the beauty in yourself when you look at yourself.
All first dates are awkward, so be patient with yourself as you get to know the person in the mirror.
Don’t let them slip through your fingers because … they are the love of your life.
Sometimes life tests us. Those who bring chaos and misery to our door are constantly knocking. Tires get flattened and in need of replacement. Someone shoots the dog with a BB gun. Someone hit and runs the car. Someone lies … and lies and lies … we are tested.
Today, rather than let this shady world get me down, I visited the Sun, and the beautiful garden it maintains with the help of humanity.
The entry
Rawr!!
Some pretty, pretty flowers
Check out these bonsais. One of them is 300 years old!
I hope their awakening is more gentle than mine was. It is why I share what I share. Even tho they may think me crazy, and say just as much to another.
Simply existing in the most gentle way possible with self and others is a rebellion. This in no way means that there isn’t difficult work to do.
Depression isn’t a disease needing treated by Pharma. It’s an emotional imbalance, needing attention and the hard inner work of harmonizing the imbalance.
They knew the truth before they even began.
You can make plans if you want just remember, life is fluid.
That’s the thing about this realm, everything appears to be false.
Anything other than presence in this now moment, is either a fantasy of the future, or a memory of the past.
Often in this life people come to us as little round pebbles, they get under our feet, disrupting our foundation, our balance. We stumble, we fall… we hurt ourselves.
I guess living is in knowing there will always be pebbles, bringing challenges to our equilibrium. How will we manage this rolling foundation? This constantly shifting path we are on?
Will we get angry, disappointed, sad, frustrated, vengeful … will we release the need to respond at all, and just flow, knowing for some, we too are little round marbles of stone?