We have had a restful day here at the Air Force Academy FamCamp. The “necessities” like doing the laundry, cleaning Odysseus’ interior, etc., have been accomplished and we are now enjoying a peach cobbler. Life is good on the road! No bear knocked on the RV door last night, nor did any deer appear in the early morning light—only squirrels (black ones with pointed ears) seemed to want to come near. Bear sightings have occurred here at the campground in recent days. In spite of the bears, and the fact that I have crossed off “camping at the Air Force Academy” from my bucket list, I would very much like to return another day.
Tomorrow we move out again—heading east. Which one of the many roads shall I take? That is a question still up in the air at the moment. One thing I am sure of, tomorrow morning I’ll get on some road or another, heading east!
|Camping at the AF Academy|
Nikos Kazantzakis, author of Zorba the Greek, has long been one of my favorite writers. He strongly believed that every man/woman has a cry! He writes how this idea came to him: “I have faith in you, she said; No, not in you but in the Cry of our times. Be quiet and you’ll hear it.” “Those words escorted me, said Kazantzakis, “for many days and nights!” What is the Cry of our times? Are we being quiet enough to hear that Cry?
Later, Kazantakis would write, “Every man (person) has a cry, his [her] cry, to sling into the air before he dies; let us waste no time, therefore, lest we be caught short.” There is a Cry of the times, but there is also, Kazantzakis came to believe, a cry in each of us—our own special cry. What is my cry? What is your cry?
The Cry, my cry, your cry, might mean the shedding of tears, or a cry of despair, or a cry of hope, but Kazantzakis uses the word “Cry” as in “to shout or say something” that is uniquely our own, a cry no other person can cry! What do you have to shout, to say, to proclaim?