Big Waters—The Mississippi
A River like no other—her arms reach out through 41% percent of America, her heart contains the lifeblood and history of a nation. Listen to her speak and a world like you have never known opens her doors! Many a man has fallen in love with her and died within her too. She has built powerful empires and destroyed others along the way. She is hard to resist especially here in this beautiful crescent we call home. New Orleans is her mouth, her breath--the soul of America inspiring and commanding us to LIVE! According to, John M. Barry in Rising Tide, “…the Mississippi is the longest river in the world, and it pulses like an artery of the American heartland.” We are her children and the mighty Mississippi is the
only reason they came-the only reason we are here. The natives gloried in her wonders-they fed, sang and danced in her name. Then the French found their way and came simply to claim control-greed and lust their main game. Strategic territory-- from Canada to New Orleans seemed to spell power, position, money –simple or so they thought. Big Waters fought back in many ways, for a force of nature such as she could not truly be controlled, though many have tried. Yet our Rivers’ mother nature still gave and gave amidst it all. Her alluvial soils sprang forth a cash crop of no compare-Sugar cane-sweetness that let us claim our fame-the richest town around! But she knew things had to change-human rights abused—control—Greed gave way to WAR that tore the USA apart! Then the rails curled round this Chaos wrath and a new King was born in towns; The Queen fell slowly to sleep.
Now they say she is an old river. Tired and meandering about, she seeks the path of less resistance in her crone-like state. Forget thee not the wisdom that this Dark Mother phase entails, or the threat of her moving on not returning as anew! . So to reel us deep within the darkness of her watery abyss or simply to entirely forget us all, are but a few of the powers she still holds—remember that deep river magic speaks from within that old soul. You know, it’s all about the river—a reflection from the moon!
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