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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
Read, read, read…months and months of photos and words…
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Author Archives: Kathy
For years now, too many years to count, I’ve walked in the woods opening up to spiritual teachings. Ordinary thoughts go silent as the feet crunch dried leaves. An expanse opens, an inner reflection sometimes begins. Like a dream this … Continue reading
Two years ago before our daughter’s wedding in Italy she asked me to take a picture of her maid-of-honor fixing her hair. “Sure,” I replied and grabbed my old android TracFone and snapped a photo of the precious moment. “Let … Continue reading
Dear Holy, Yesterday I walked up your road noticing your sweet fall wild aster, brown dying ferns, gravel stones beneath these feet. You showed yourself as a snake lying in the dirt. Perhaps hit by a fast-moving truck. Your head … Continue reading
In the woods you meet yourself coming and going, don’t you? Trees sing in wind. Leaves flutter. Magic happens. If. If you dream with the aspen and maple and oak. Sometimes a flute tree reveals itself. Surely the Native American … Continue reading
I’m in downstate eastern Michigan lounging alone on my mom’s flowered pastel couch with the deep aroma of coffee beckoning. The tattered book “Wild Mind” by Natalie Goldberg peers up from the round glass table. Write, write, write, Natalie urges … Continue reading
Last night in the heart of February, the Winter King dreamed of pussy willows. He dreamed of them sitting atop red buds in the lair of his woods. He dreamed them fresh with life and song and laughter. But, because … Continue reading
I apologize in advance for the times of silence on this blog. For quitting reading your posts. For just going quiet and seemingly disappearing into thin air. Poof! Just like that…gone. This time, during the 75 day spiritual blogging commitment, … Continue reading
It’s a frigid January morning here in our little house in the woods. The propane furnace motor hummed during the night trying to keep us warm, and this morning at 6 a.m. I started a roaring fire in the wood … Continue reading