Beltane\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Full Planting Moon<\/p>\n
As a cold winds down, the body’s defenses leave sludge from the war behind, most of it right now parked\u00a0 behind my cheek bones.\u00a0 I don’t know whether I really haven’t had a cold in two years or whether my memory isn’t what it was, but I know it’s been a while.\u00a0 I remember why I don’t like being sick each time I get sick.\u00a0 It feels yucky.\u00a0 My plan is, next cold, 2012, just in time for the apocalypse.<\/p>\n
A classmate from Alexandria High wrote on my facebook wall inquiring about my health.\u00a0 Larry Maple has gone to a lot of effort planning a big reunion for our class, our 45th, this fall.\u00a0 To have someone from home ask about my health created an unexpected warmth.\u00a0 In a small town like Alexandria people know you, know how you are, care about how you are.\u00a0 These small gestures, inquiring about health, being aware of a child’s graduation or birthday, remembering communal events create a web of concern that is community.<\/p>\n
(Larry volunteers here, as did my Dad.)<\/p>\n
In the teenage years this scrutiny can seem overwhelming and intrusive, invasive, so it’s no surprise that many small town teens, myself included, can’t wait to leave and to leave for a more anonymous environment like a big city or a big college campus.\u00a0 As we age, though, those small gestures can make the actual difference between health and illness.\u00a0 Then, the small town doesn’t seem invasive, rather it seems supportive and caring.<\/p>\n
Of course, neither end of the continuum is the truth.\u00a0 Small towns are networks of caring; they are also webs of prejudice and rigidity where your past never leaves.<\/p>\n
To the weed front.\u00a0 With hoe and clippers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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