During the latest excitement here on Lake Spirit lots and lots of visitors paused by the “About” section of this blog. They wanted to know: What’s this blog about anyway?
Since I couldn’t remember what I’d written hastily back on January 1st (after deciding to start a new blog) I ambled back there this morning to remember what the Blog Was About. Here was the explanation:
After a full year of going outdoors every single day for 365 days at centria.wordpress.com I am starting a second blog here at WordPress to share more photographs and stories about the north woods near Lake Superior. Please enjoy the images and ramblings of someone who loves birch trees, stones, owls, and feathers. I love viewing the world at strange angles, looking deeply at the mysteries and enchantments and joys of our natural world.
Hmmm, is that what this blog is really about? Yep, that’s what it was about as of the beginning of 2010. But methinks it’s time for a sprucing up of the intention.
So shall we try again to write something which better describes the “About” of Lake Superior Spirit?
Let’s give a try:
I love telling stories. To look closely at the day’s unfoldings and create a magnificent story around the latest happenings. To share awareness.
Of course all stories are not necessarily magnificent. Some stories are ho-hum. Some stories are shades of gray. Some stories are rocky. Some stories are challenging. Some stories are joyful. But, nonetheless, one of my greatest pleasures in life is crafting a story out of the ordinary details of a day. A particular slant. A singular view. An attempt to make the ordinary details of life into something extra-ordinary.
I love living in the presence of a story as fully as possible–and then opening the hand and releasing it. Life is experienced with gusto and intensity (feelings, thoughts, happenings) and then the wave flows in to the shore and another story births itself.
This blog is mostly conversational. It doesn’t attempt flowery or absolutely grammatically correct. Some paragraphs will start with “I” and flow into “you” and eventually settle into “we”. I don’t believe in static pronouns. We’re in this together. When you share a story or dream it’s no longer only yours. It belongs to the community of listeners who will shape it in new patterns and understandings. (I also adore mixing tense: past, present, future all doing the polka, hip-hop and tango!)
It is my sincere hope that you will see yourself reflected in some of these stories. You will see more clearly through what another shares. You will perhaps feel inspired to look under rocks and behind fences and through keyholes of your own life. Because isn’t that the truth? We so often get a glimpse of our infinite potential through others. That is one of the gifts we give one another.
I have been learning to take photographs during the past year or two. Learning to look closely at the details of lives. The photos so often flesh out the story of the day. Whatever photographs present themselves…thus the particular story of the day blows its wind across the lake of WordPress. (And I publish BIG photos because I’m a recovering non-visual person and want to really SEE the visual world along with the dancing letters of story-telling.)
We live along the shores of Lake Superior. One quarter-mile from lapping waves, some of the oldest stones on the planet, icy cold water–even in mid-summer. We live in the middle of Upper Peninsula forest (hence the name of this blog. upwoods.wordpress.com. You can call this U.P. woods. or upwoods, whatever name appeals.) Our nearest neighbors are poplar, maples, a smattering of oaks, lupines, wild strawberries, Jack-in-the-pulpits and dandelions. We get a lot of snow. Our winters sometime last from October through April. We’re supposedly hardy folk. We sometimes see moose and bear. We think of ourselves differently than Lower Michiganders. (Although not me. I am a Lower Michigander by birth and therefore can never aspire to be a true Yooper. Only our kids, born and bred here, can be true Yoopers. And they leave elsewhere. Go figure.)
One of the reasons I write a blog is because people have been asking for years, “What have you been doing?” I can never remember what. It seems like I have been doing nothing. Nothing. Life is passing by and Nothing is Happening.
When I started to write a daily blog back in December, 2008, suddenly it became apparent: I was doing a LOT. Living really well. Living fully. The blog proved it. When people asked, “What have you been doing?” I could run to the computer and begin listing everything. Phew! Thank goodness for a blog which proves we really exist–and that we’re doing something.
This blog feels like it is the culmination of a conscious twenty-three year spiritual journey. It attempts to describe a life of presence without ever–OK, hardly ever–talking overtly about spirituality. It hopes to show the fruits of presence, compassion, flexibility and openness, and it hopes to bless those qualities in everyone who pauses to read or comment.
Thank you for sitting along the shores of Lake Superior with me. Thank you for lingering beneath our shady trees. For snowshoeing in deep snow. For adding your own insights about life to the comments of this blog. For showing you care. For swatting mosquitoes and black flies and wading in icy waters and admiring spring flowers.
You are part of the spirit of this blog…and I feel immense gratitude for you.
P.S. Remember that tomorrow will be Rock Day. Suzi, over at Laundry Line Divine and Dawn over at Dawn King and I will be photographing stones. Sounds exciting you say? Well, you never know! Grab your camera, find some stones, and join us. Stop by and comment tomorrow and tell us where your photos might be showcased.