We Interrupt your Regularly Scheduled Program to Bring you—another Kathy?

Hi, I’m Kathy (a Kathy, I should say).

I may not live on Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, but what I lack in geography I hope to make up for in name.

As regular readers of “Lake Superior Spirit” know, the Kathy we all love is attending a destination wedding in a yet-undisclosed location, and I’m a pathetic stand-in for that Kathy—the one we’d all prefer to be hearing from.

That Kathy—that real Kathy—the pioneering-in-the-wilderness Kathy—“suggested” I fill in for her while she was gone and seize the opportunity to hijack her audience for a few, glorious-for-me, (potentially) sad-for-you days. She thought I might share a bit about what’s goes on over at my blog, outline what we have in common, and suggest why my site might be the next-best blog to visit in her absence.

(Admittedly, it may not have happened exactly that way. But that’s the story we’re going with.)

Granted, a lot of you might be better suited for this gig. After all, I’m a relative new-comer to the little house in the Big Woods. Like you, however, once I visited “Lake Superior Spirit” a few months ago, I was sold. Like you, I love Kathy’s humor, her photography and spirituality—and, most recently, the peeks she’s been giving us at her past.

However, I’m supposed to be telling you about my own blog, giving you a place to go and posts to read in Kathy’s absence. I’m supposed to tell you what my blog and Kathy’s have in common (besides a “Kathy” as host) and tell you a bit about myself.

Essentially, I’m a writer, artist, and former university instructor, who lived in Vietnam during 2009 and Haiti in 2010, where my partner Sara directed earthquake recovery for a major international NGO.

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Sunrise, Sunset (Florida Style)

Sunrise, Back Bay, Fort Myers Beach, FL

“Sunrise, sunset.  Swiftly fly the days.

Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers

Blossoming even as we gaze.”

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When you’re a scaredy-cat

What it looked like through the car window this morning in Houghton

OK, I admit to being a scaredy-cat sometimes.

Don’t you?

You know what scares me?

Winter roads.  Icy roads.  Freezing rain.  Slushy driving.  White-outs. 

They all scare me so that I shake inside.  My mind stills and knuckles grip the steering wheel.  It feels like life and death sometimes.  Can you make it to your destination? 

Only the Universe knows.

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Over the rivers and through the woods to Catherine’s house we go

First we go over the Silver River (at least twice) and get to L'Anse.

Good morning, dear readers.  Would you like to join me on a visit to a good friend’s house last Thursday?

Catherine and I planned to travel to Houghton for lunch, recycling, shopping at the co-op.  But the wind blew sideways in the Keweenaw, so I offered  instead to stop at the Nite Owl cafe and pick up two grilled chicken salads and deliver them to her farmhouse up in the hills of Herman.

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Impossibility

Impossibility

Keep your eye open for impossibility today.  Miracles surround us…

Howling screeching winter winds

Good morning!

Yawn, stretch, hello computer, hello readers, hello wind…

Wind?

Yes, indeed.  It’s howling and screaming outside the dark windows, careening between dark trees, scuttling sideways across newly formed ice a quarter-mile away on the Huron Bay.

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I will not wear a bikini and jump in the frozen lake today.

I am not going to snowshoe

The Informal Schedule of my day in the north woods.

1)  Wake up at 6:20 a.m.  (Actually, I wake up at 5:32 a.m.  5:45 a.m.  6:01 a.m.  You know, think a little bit.  Try not to think a little bit.  Eventually get up at 6:20 a.m.)

2)  Go downstairs and start the fire in the woodstove.  If you’re lucky, glowing coal-embers remain, gifts from Barry’s stoking the fire late last night after you slept.  This morning needed a few pieces of kindling and one crumpled newspaper to start the fire.

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I wish you the very best. Always.

Ice forming

I am thinking about my friends this evening.

One friend awaits to discover tomorrow if lymphoma has deepened inside her; how far cancer extends its ever-extending reach.

Another friend nurses her parents; one with Parkinson’s Disease, the other with neurological challenges.

Another friend and blog reader awaits shoulder surgery.

Yet another pauses between meals without definitive income, wondering, always wondering, how shall she live, how shall she eat?

Another–yes, he’s a special friend–limps upon two challenged knees, always poised between improvement and surgery, always carefully watching every single step, lest he unexpectedly fall to the earth.

Another one awaits the revelation of a job interview, a grant application, a possible expansion.

I keep steadfastly finishing up tasks, errands, jobs, preparing to fly south next week.

It’s a tentative world.

I wish you all well.

I wish you all the very best.

I wish that your heart leaps joyously even amidst whatever pain or suffering or indecision or confusion you might find yourself.  I wish that it glimpses beauty in unexpected places.  I wish that it finds delight amidst life’s trials.

I do wish you the very best.  Always.

 

 

Buddha loves snowstorms, yes, he does!

Buddha says, "I love snow when it's over my head!"

Buddha says, "Hey, look at this pile of logs!" (Do you see Buddha? Where's Waldo--I mean, Buddha?)

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Why life on earth might be perfectly “fair”

What really happens behind the Pearly Gates

See, God or Allah or Goddess or the Almighty–whatever you call Him or Her, produces this Earth Show.

He’s hired a director, someone like Jesus or Buddha, except maybe they’ve never been planetary-bound, maybe someone like St. Oleander or Baba Racha or Sister Angellica Ruth.

We’re all souls, looking maybe like eggs in a carton, or maybe we’re flying around on invisible wings, behind the stage, waiting to audition.

Let’s call our director St. Archie.  He’s smoking a Cuban cigar and sports a two-day beard.

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