Wolves in snow. (None of these photos are mine, darn it.)
Yesterday morning we ate breakfast with a group of wolf hunters.
I shan’t tell you who they are.
Michigan sports a new law: it’s game now to hunt wolves in the Upper Peninsula. Cost? $100 for residents. $500 for non-residents. Twelve hundred hunters have been licensed this season.
How many wolves shall be culled?
The Department of Natural Resources says 43 in three areas of our fair peninsula.
What the woods looked like last Tuesday
Tuesday. Blessings of the flock.
You’re walking up the road. The air feels still. Silence reigns between tall trees with lingering yellow leaves. Fallen leaves smell crisp with childhood memories of burning raked piles. In the distance, a logging truck whines. Otherwise, you only hear your footsteps slapping pavement.
Suddenly, up above, all around, dozens of chattering birds surround. From treetop to treetop they call, they tattle, they sing. They dive, they wing between branches, they dance. What kind? You hear chickadee, you glimpse juncos, you see a nuthatch.
It’s the blessing of the flock! All around they create bird magic for you. They sing until you remember your dream-wings, the heft and tilt of flight. Don’t they remind you of seeds everywhere, hidden in bark crevices, to be found when needed and not a second before?
Later, down the road, silence returns. You catch your breath at the mystery of it, the way the flock surrounds and dissolves. How it teaches in a language of feathers and how it can change everything, simply in the arising.
One of the best parts of having grown-up children: they go forth in the world and have adventures!
I love vicariously participating in the adventures of our two kids.
Inside our home–looking out
Today shall be my weekly blessing post. Thanks to my blogging friend from Scotland, Harula, who has inspired me to write weekly until 2014 dawns.
Looking to the right off our deck
Please admire the photos of the still-gorgeous autumn leaves all around our house. This is Home, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, thank all the tree gods and goddesses, as well as the spirit of the divine.
Because this post so means “Home” to me, I shall contribute to the WordPress daily prompt “Home Sweet Home.”
Black rocks, blue sea, autumn colors, Suzi
Last weekend, as many of you might recall, was the Weekend of the Susies.
On Sunday, blogging buddy Suzi Banks Baum, from Laundry Line Divine, and I met in person (for the first time) and proceeded to dine at the Sweetwater Cafe in Marquette before driving out to Presque Isle to play along the infamous Black Rocks. (She met up with two Kathys while I was meeting up with two Susies during the weekend. You can read her tale of Two Kathys here.)
Lake Superior stone
Indeed, what a weekend it’s been! What a weekend it’s going to be!
It is the weekend of the Susies.
Specifically, since you asked, Susie Q and Suzi BB.
My Internet Pals, turned Real & In-Person.
First, may I re-introduce Susie Q? I met her back-in-the-days. We met on a spiritual website called Zaadz/Gaia.com, which hath now gone defunct from its original inception. Its new home is anewgaia.ning.com which you can visit if you’re intrigued.
Susie Q and I bonded for many reasons. Mainly, because she hailed from our fair Upper Peninsula, just 45 minutes “up the road” from my Little House in the Big Woods.
We met and gathered stones from Lake Superior. We met and camped under the stars on a sandy beach. We met and connected, yes we did. Click here if you want to read about our camping adventure back in 2010.
Fog and autumn colors
Lisa and I had to meet this morning at the Access Site to “exchange the goods”.
No, dear readers, it was not a drug deal.
We needed to accomplish our monthly switcheroo. I gave her the township’s pin drive. As many of you know, I am the treasurer. She is the clerk. Through the miracle of modern technology we both work on QuickBooks, yet must exchange our files to update our computers.
I brought the camera and, um, sorry Lisa, made her wait five extra minutes at the Access Site while snapping these two fog pictures.
Lake just above the dam at Hungarian Falls
Last Saturday evening we traveled with friends to the Hungarian Falls, just north of Hancock, near Dollar Bay.
We aimed to hike by the falls before eating dinner in Calumet at Carmelitas, a Mexican restaurant, where you buy chips and delicious pico de gallo for a buck. If you want, you can buy a Thimbleberry Margarita, not that we did.
What it’s like to live in the woods
Sometimes I think I should write more posts about what it’s like to live in the woods.
How many people in this world still live in a forest surrounded by trees and more trees and a few more trees?
In a space carved out between poplars and maples and ravines with tiny streams flowing down to the bay about a quarter-mile away?
Posted in August 2013
Tagged chickadees, David George Haskell, forest, life, mosquitoes, nature, outdoors, The Forest Unseen, thoughts, Upper Peninsula, woods
Calm ambiance of Isle Royale
Barry returned from his annual fishing trip to Isle Royale a couple of hours ago.
I’ve spent five days alone here in the North Woods. You know, in retreat mode. Meditating, weeding the garden, sitting, washing dishes, communing with nature, witnessing thoughts, just Being.
Except for working my two part-time jobs. Except for a haircut and dentist appointment in town. Except for volunteering at our annual Aura Jamboree selling tickets and later talking with good friends. Except for that almost-tornado (high winds of 65-70 mph) on Thursday evening.
From my perspective, it all started with an impulsive desire for an ice cream cone. You know, how you’re sitting at home in retreat-mode when suddenly you think you’ll die if you don’t eat an ice cream, now.
Not tomorrow. Not Friday. NOW.