I live in the town that was the Northern capital of the American Revolution. George Washington himself lived in and around Morristown for quite a while: strategies were developed, battles fought, troops decimated through starvation and the severe cold; the country in formation. It’s pretty inspiring stuff in it’s way, but for me, it all begins and ends at the Wick House, about 2 miles outside of Morristown in Jockey Hollow.
The Wick Farm and the surrounding property have been a part of my life since I was conceived, literally. According to my mom it was my favorite place in utero; birth and living has not altered my love for the place in any way shape or form. I am there, good weather or bad, at least once a week. It is a spiritually uplifting and irredeemably beautiful place; haunted by the ghosts of those who helped to shape our country.
Tempe is my favorite. Here’s why:
Local legend says when out riding one day, which the spirited Tempe regularly did, she came across a group of Pennsylvania mutineers who tried to take her beloved horse, Colonel. When it became obvious this is what they intended, Tempe seized the opportunity for escape when one of the soldiers momentarily took his hand off Colonel’s bridle. She smacked Colonel on the rump, and boldly galloped away. Desperate, the thieves chased her on foot, firing several shots.
Tempe was keenly aware the soldiers knew where she lived and the first place they would look for Colonel was the barn. When she arrived at the farm she led him up the stairs of her home, hiding Colonel in a second floor room. Legend has it she kept him there for several weeks. The soldiers, of course, never thought to look upstairs for a horse, and Colonel was saved.
It’s March 1st and I am bringing the brave, bold spirit of Tempe Wick into my heart. Each day during this month, I will explore the significance of people, places and things in my life, how they have helped to form me, and how they continue to uphold me. I am the sum of all of my experiences; past, present and even those that have not yet manifested. They swirl around me and inside me, pushing me beyond my own conceived outer edges, urging me forward, whispering their belief and support, waiting patiently to break open and to be expressed.
Today, I lean heavily on Tempe, who in a moment of adversity, that must have been scary, dug deep, and courageously defied the odds and followed her heart. Anything is possible if I remain steadfastly true to who I know myself to be, and when a little doubt laps at the edges of my sometimes softer self, I’ll wrap myself in her spirit, swirling forward, defying the odds!