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The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- Forest teaching about Intent and coming from love versus division
- The sh*t phone is history.
- Snake fear and love
- Flute tree, rain web, road of life
- What I really want to say…
- Starfish, hummingbird frolicking in hose spray and other underwater adventures
- Last night the Winter King dreamed of pussy willows.
- Poof! (and she disappeared again)
- Catching up, fake news, I was wrong, Path of the Heart
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Monthly Archives: July 2010
Here we are. The last day of July. The last day of a very active month. A quiet day. A day filled with little activities like receiving phone calls (including one with a friend to whom I haven’t talked in … Continue reading
Kiah’s gone. Last we heard, she’s sitting in the Minneapolis airport–flight delayed–awaiting her flight to New York City. I am home after a full day in the big city of Marquette, where I eventually hugged her goodbye at the airport. … Continue reading
So here we are in Paradise. We drive eleven miles out on the peninsula toward Point Abbaye. (“Are you sure we didn’t drive forty miles?” the driver asked.) You have to drive really slow. Twenty, thirty miles an hour. You … Continue reading
Baraga Pow-Wow, 2010. Thirty second annual Keweenaw Bay Maawanji’iding at the Ojibwa Campground. Theme: Honoring our Legacy. Kiah and I drove over Saturday afternoon. She wanted especially to connect with a couple of friends who would be at the … Continue reading
Kiah wants to see everything–drink in everything–before she returns to the tall buildings and honking horns and sirens of Manhattan. She wants to remember the smell of Lake Superior, the way the Silver River glints at dusk, the flit of … Continue reading
We are so backed up in the blogging world. All the way to last night. We are still sitting at a birthday dinner opening cards and presents and hooting and carrying on. We are still lighting candles on a homemade … Continue reading
The frog–we think it’s a frog and not a toad–pauses to say hello to all of you. Ribbit–it says. But actually I am telling a fib. The frog did not speak a word. It hopped out of the garden from … Continue reading