Category Archives: Lenten Meditations

Bartram & The Seminole King – A Quaker Lenten Meditation

Bartram & The Seminole King From Bartram’s Travels, published 1791 Alachua Indians

 AFTER crossing over this point or branch of the marshes, we entered a noble forest, the land level, and the soil fertile, being a loose, dark brown, coarse sandy loam, on a clay or marley foundation; the forests were Orange groves, overtoped by grand Magnolias, Palms, Live Oaks . . . with various kinds of shrubs and herbacious plants . . . .

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Alachua Savana — in Florida, a land of the Seminoles, sketched by bartram

 

We were chearfully received in this hospitable shade, by various tribes of birds, Continue reading Bartram & The Seminole King – A Quaker Lenten Meditation

William Bartram: Up To His A** In Alligators

William Bartram, A Quaker Lenten Journey: Up To His Ass In AlligatorsTravels-book-open

William Bartram, traveling by canoe alone, somewhere in Florida, circa 1773. What I’m reflecting on: this was what he most wanted to do, what he felt was his leading. (I have divided some of his long sentences & longer paragraphs, for modern readers. The spelling is original.)

     THE evening was temperately cool and calm. The crocodiles began to roar and appear in uncommon numbers along the shores and in the river. I fixed my camp in an open plain, near the utmost projection of the promontory, under the shelter of a large Live Oak, which stood on the highest part of the ground and but a few yards from my boat.  Continue reading William Bartram: Up To His A** In Alligators

Traveling With A Divergent Friend For Lent: William Bartram

William Bartram: Divergent Friend

I’ve taken a fancy to do some traveling for Lent this year. I plan to join William Bartram, an independent-minded Quaker naturalist and artist, in a  journey through much of the southeast U.S.

WilliamBartramThis is not the Southeast of today, but that of 1773, so technically there wasn’t a U.S. yet; whatever. Bartram spent four years wandering the Southeast, drawing plants and animals, maps, and doing sketch portraits of Indians he visited with, and he visited with many.

I call him a “Divergent Friend” because he went his own way, following his own leading.  He was not a “rebel” or a troublemaker; yet he was hardly typical or “normal” either.

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