Everything begins with a thought, an idea…

17 Oct

I wonder about ancestors. My ancestors. There are some people who can trace their family line back to some little city in some little country back back back. There are some who can trace their family line at least back to a Great Great Grandmother or Grandfather. Or, those who know their relatives back to a Great Grandparent, at a minimum. What must it feel like to know your past relations so well? One day perhaps I will dig and dig and find and find, but then, maybe I will leave it alone, for who they are, or were, is not who I am, right? Well, the actions and beliefs and diets and places that shaped my past relatives led to who I am—with each generation tweaking and refining in one way or another, for “good or for bad,” however you will look at this, and look at it you must, so that your decisions can alter to what is healthful in mind, body, environment, for our children and those who follow.


In the “evolutionary” (genes) process, there are many things at work to shape who we are mentally and physically, and ideally and spiritually. Why would you only have that dark dark hair from your Great Grandpa Joe? Maybe Great Grandpa Joe passed along some wonky kidneys or pancreas, too, and his fear of spiders? Hey, maybe his Grandma Mary got it from her Great Great Grandma or pa, and on and on and on. Oh, we know this! We say, “My grandmother died of heart disease, and my father has a bad ticker, so I’m going to exercise and eat healthfully so I will live longer and stronger…” Then either we do this, or we don’t, and life either goes on or it doesn’t, a change is inspired, or not. We can look back to see what mistakes have been made and learn from them, right? Right? On many different levels, not just of which are our health, but of survival of the species and our planet, right? Right? We take a thought, an idea, and we roll it around in our head, and then we make action from that thought or idea…how wonderful our mind is! But, how responsible it makes us for so much more than a cat’s or dog’s or pig’s or a frog’s thought processes would be responsible – for they can’t articulate for change as we can. A tree, a river, a rock – can they create from an idea? Seems we have the run of the place when it comes to that! ha Well! Huhn. I can decide. I can have choices. With the brain and thought processes we have been gifted with comes responsibility to use them to affect some change for the "Greater Good," right? For survival of the species and of our planet and its other species…Right?


The physical and the spiritual and the mental – all of it can be altered by our decisions, and what we pass to our children and they to theirs and they to theirs and they to theirs—and what will people look like and act like 100 years from now? And what will their kidney’s and pancreas look like? What will our environment look like? Will we have learned how to protect what needs protecting? Our children. Our Land. Our Waters—better protect that water, my friends…better….Better. Protect. Our. Water.


But what about further back and further back? Who can trace their ancestors to the beginning of man? Somewhere long ago began the journey to you, and to me. Somewhere long ago It Began for Us, and then time and time and time passed, and like branches on a very strange and giant family tree, or trees, we began to split and grow out in different directions. The roots go down and spread as well – tangled and deep, too tangled and deep to follow.



He scratched his belly. The strange rumble there itched and pulled and ached. It was time to fill the emptiness. Behind him, crouched under a shrub, was his mate. Her belly was swollen, round and hard. He turned to her and they made eye contact. She touched her belly, rubbed it in circles. Her itching and pulling and aching had been different since the swelling. He knew this because she needed more to fill it. He knew it too from her grunts and sighs, the way she would not lay still beside him as she used to, but move move and move.

He sniffed the air. Up ahead there was both food and danger. Leaving his mate behind, he moved quietly across the hot dirt. He knew it would be harder doing this alone, but his mate was too heavy, too slow and clumsy to be of help. He scratched his belly again. An awareness pushed, and he touched his head. Something captured there, then gone. He stilled and waited, for he knew if he rushed headlong, he would become the meal, instead of finding one. The pushing awareness returned, and his eyes opened wider, became brighter. He ignored the emptiness and backtracked, sniffing the air, looking for footprints – like his own. One wasn’t enough. Two was better. There was another like him without the swollen belly. Another like him in other ways, too.


Over the hard earth, he ran to find the other who is like he is—one wasn’t enough, two was better, mate could not, other one like him could. Other one like him had a mate with swollen belly. Two alone—together—better to get food. The pushing eased, his belly empty would soon be filled. His first idea.


17 Responses to “Everything begins with a thought, an idea…”

  1. Deborah October 17, 2007 at 8:02 pm #

    I wasn\’t sure where you were going with this at first, but as it evolved I became more and more engrossed.  When I finished it seemed that I had just slid through it and it all came together.  Great blog.
    Blessed be

  2. JaAG October 18, 2007 at 11:33 am #

    Collaboration–it takes a community. Interesting concept in a time when more and more people are moving to a life style where their TV and computer are their best friends. I think it\’s called cocooning now-a-days. And more and more people are finding ways to work from home too. We can order food, movies, books, and shoes that come to our front door. Our house is becoming a spaceship. Hmm… from cave man to spaceship. Interesting interpolation.
    As always Kathryn, you\’ve crafted a thought provoking read. :o)

  3. Unknown October 19, 2007 at 8:20 pm #

    I really enjoyed what u wrote I\’m really green to everythhing just figured out how to set up anemail…. hope to talk to you soon…

  4. KatSoup October 19, 2007 at 10:11 pm #

    My mind is like a ping pong ball. so many points of interest.  My dad has put many years into tracing our family back to 1600\’s.  We do need to conserve our earth.  I am looking into solar panels.
    My son being a minimalist, I think about living without luxuries often.
    good to see you again.

  5. Jo Ann October 20, 2007 at 12:12 pm #

    Wonderful blog. I hope to come back and visit again soon.
    I have not traced my family. I wonder what I would learn from doing so. Seems a lot of work for just names and dates without details about who they really were.
    I like your story about the cave men at the end. So much realism for a story of life we really have not a clue about. You write very well.
    Jo Ann

  6. Unknown October 21, 2007 at 10:11 am #

    Adam and Eve.

  7. Monted311 October 23, 2007 at 11:27 am #

    Wonderful writing, you drew me in to the very end. Loved the collaboration angle. Write more so I may enjoy. 

  8. fetwta™ October 23, 2007 at 5:39 pm #

    hi.i come from china,I found your space on space,i hoped can make a friend with you ,

  9. Jorge October 24, 2007 at 9:27 pm #

    Interesting to think that we are the cummulative product of so many other choices…. Be well,

  10. Unknown October 26, 2007 at 10:14 am #

    Is this from your novel in progress? Very internal. Why did you take the male point of view? In my novel I live in most of my many characters heads at one time or another. I enjoy being my main character, Wanda, and my female alter ego is Euro-Jamacan Jaimiee who runs with the wind and rain and her ancestors from Africa. I will watch for more.
    bob rogers

  11. Ann October 26, 2007 at 10:20 am #

    Hi Kathryn,
    Just stopping by to say hello!

  12. Joann November 8, 2007 at 2:24 am #

    I really like this. I was trying to find micro biology geeks to chat with… but if you don\’t mind I would like to read more of your blogs. Tonight it is too late and I am far too cold.

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