Shiftkitty
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Last night we were watching an episode of "America Unearthed". They were talking about the copper culture around Minnesota and were throwing about ideas of very early contact with the Minoans. I was listening more than watching, but they said the phrase "...5,000 years ago..." and I snapped my head up. On the TV was a shot of an island in the lake. I had a brief flashback of the "crunchiness" of the ground beneath bare feet. I'm on a shore, but not an island. The terrain (forest) looks the same, though. I'm a little tanned and am wearing soft leathers. Things are turning cold and my skins keep me warm even though I am barefoot. (I have moccasins, I'm just not wearing them.) I'm young, maybe 8 or 9, a girl, and I am watching small fish come close to the shore. They're amusing to watch. Mother isn't too far away and I know I'm going to get yelled at for wandering away instead of helping pack things up to move, but I wanted to see the fish one more time before we leave for the season. I hear her call me. I place my hand to the water to say goodbye for now to the fish. They scatter. The water is so cold it stings. Time to go.
It was a peaceful memory. I really enjoyed it. Some people look at the hunter/gatherer lifestyle and wonder how those people could survive. In that memory I got the feeling that "you knew where everything was". You knew where the game would most likely be, where the good roots were, where the sweetest berries grew, and you just went and got them. Only the amount of meat was questionable on a regular basis. It only sounds idyllic, I know. It was a harsh life, but it wasn't unlivable. Sometimes I wonder, if I was ever lost out in the wilderness, could I tap into that memory and survive?
It was a peaceful memory. I really enjoyed it. Some people look at the hunter/gatherer lifestyle and wonder how those people could survive. In that memory I got the feeling that "you knew where everything was". You knew where the game would most likely be, where the good roots were, where the sweetest berries grew, and you just went and got them. Only the amount of meat was questionable on a regular basis. It only sounds idyllic, I know. It was a harsh life, but it wasn't unlivable. Sometimes I wonder, if I was ever lost out in the wilderness, could I tap into that memory and survive?