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The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- 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
- The joy of sauntering
- Loose ends, gray skies, and affirmations of light
- What the heart knows now
- Coyote or wolf comes teaching trust
- Playing spirit hide and seek
- Ready for it to end! Don’t want it to end…
Read, read, read…months and months of photos and words…
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Monthly Archives: January 2012
Hola, dear readers, once again, from San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua. Are you dressed in your wedding finery? It’s time to celebrate–Nicaraguan-style!
First, I would like to thank Kathy McCullough for so kindly filling in and sharing such a wonderful blog Thursday on Lake Superior Spirit while I was traveling. Kathy, I really appreciate your wonderful heart and spirit and words so … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
“Sunrise, sunset. Swiftly fly the days. Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers Blossoming even as we gaze.”
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
Keep your eye open for impossibility today. Miracles surround us…
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.
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. … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading