Benediction of sunlight and lupines

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The magic of sunlight

Sunlight hummed its June song this morning, leaping up through branch after branch, attempting to climb higher and higher above the tallest poplar and maple and spruce trees.

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Sunshine illuminates old Studebaker in woods

Sunlight beckoned me, too, c’mon lazybones, sleepyhead, upsy daisy, how about a walk down the road to the lake?

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Barbecue sauce, cousins, and maybe a sideways grin

Adios, gringos.  Don't go forgetting us any time soon.

Checkered. Sideways. Random photo from Nicaragua.

OK, pals, this is one of those blogs that I sometimes write with nothing to say.  It’s kind of a stream-of-consciousness blog, so stay away if you want something congruent and logical. (Although, who knows, perhaps that may happen!  I cannot predict.)

Memorial Day weekend hath come and gone.  It’s been memorable.  My first cousin Tanzylee and her husband Marty came visitin’.  This is memorable simply by the fact that they built a cabin in our neck of the woods eleven years ago–and we’ve never visited with them yet!  (This had something to do with the fact that we had three cats for years and Marty is terribly allergic to cats.)

We decided It was Time and invited them over and spent almost four hours–four hours, mind you–talking and laughing and drinking and eating and sharing, and all the things one does when one knows someone since childhood.  Tanz was actually in my wedding, back in the 70’s, no kidding.

What’s odd is that we spent almost four hours talking.  As my friend, Ruth, can attest–I have trouble talking beyond the two hour range.  After that my thoughts go fuzzy and the eyes cross and it’s just challenging.  So how this happened–well, it can only be labeled in the miracle category.

Marty remembers EVERYTHING from childhood.  His folks were business owners in my hometown and we both talked about the challenges of growing up when you’re expected to behave or else.  It sounds like neither of us behaved admirably at times, but it looks like we survived to adulthood to laugh about it.

We’ve made a pact in blood–no, no, just in promises–to meet again at their cabin in the near future.  I’m holding them to it.  It was just too much fun.

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If I should die before I wake

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Angel

When I was a little girl, my mom sat on the edge of my bed and taught me this prayer:

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

My mama leaned down, kissed my cheek, tucked in the covers real good up to my neck, and whispered, “Good night, Kathy, sleep tight,” and off she went back into the adult world, gently shutting the door behind her.

This particular prayer comes from the 18th century, so they say, and hundreds of thousands of children over the centuries have folded their sweet chubby hands and fervently added this addendum:  Oh dear Lord, Oh dear Lord, please do not let me die before I wake.

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Oh the flow…

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Oh that birch bark flow

I recently returned home to the Upper Peninsula after a week-long visit with my mom in the Thumb of Michigan.  It’s a 550 mile drive from the western U.P. through the sands of the eastern U.P. through breaking-into-spring greens in the upper Lower Peninsula to the hummingbirds and cardinals near Lake Huron.

I drove alone, all those clickety-clacking miles with the tires strumming their traveling song.  Although it’s always a different kind of pleasure to trek with Barry or the kids or a friend, it’s especially lovely to take the trip alone, steering the car left or right at whim, surrendering to the flow of life.

It usually takes two days on these solo adventures because, hey, who wants to travel 550 miles in one day?  Only someone who wants to get there fast, right?  But I’m of the opinion that the journey is equally important to the destination, so stops and side-trips sometimes abound.

You see, what traveling solo blooms for me is this–entering and realizing the flow.

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Sucker on Mother’s Day

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Mother’s Day morning on the mighty Sturgeon River

Each spring, when the rivers warm up, fish swim upstream to spawn, to lay glistening baby-fish eggs in their own childhood birth grounds.

Each spring the fishermen wait for spawning season to cast their crawlers and hook and line into the rushing river and anticipate the bite of sucker fish.

Sucker is, as so many Upper Peninsula fishermen know, the prime bait utilized during those sweet summer mornings when bobbing for lake trout in the depths of Lake Superior.

So guess, my dear reader, how your blogger spent Mother’s Day morning?

You got it.  It was a sucker-on-Mother’s-Day adventure.

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Spring miracle

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Red maple buds

I can’t wait another second to tell you the news. (Besides, you asked for an update.)

Some of you may remember last month’s blog about the little tame chipmunk from last summer.  He had a crack in his ear, and ran up our legs in August and September to munch sunflower seeds off our palms. He disappeared last October and we haven’t seen him since.  Some of us feared him dead.

In the past two days, another chippy presented himself and licked seeds out of my hand, filling his fat cheeks with sunflower nuggets before bounding off into the woods.  It wasn’t our guy, but an adventerous newcomer.

Today, this afternoon, not a half hour ago–a chippy ran toward me again.  I thought, oh yes, the little beggar from this morning.  But, oh no, what a delightful surprise!–it was our long-lost little fella from last year.  His tell-tale split ear revealed him to be the same creature, returned at last to our Little House in the Big Woods.

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Delightful Unexpected Flow…

My goodness, it has felt like one of the most flowing precious weeks here in this Little House in the Big Woods.

Last Sunday I wrote a blog about Unexpected Inspiration and started a daily practice of intending and paying attention to the unexpected things that happen in life.  (Life had become a little ho-hum and uninspired after this long winter.)  I started a little journal to record daily unexpected happenings and–

Immediately it felt like Life flowed again.  At times last week the energy felt downright joyous and delightful.  It felt wonderful!

At the same time, I paid attention to any underlying patterns which might derail the flowing.  Looked closely at fear (with its henchmen of distraction, boredom, anxiety, judgment, pressure, comparison) in the post “I’m scared,” said Goldilocks to the Three Bears which struck me as a completely strange and unexpected title.  I was so excited after writing this, you cannot imagine. It took two hours to calm down and breathe normally.

My gosh, what a rich and zinging week filled with lots of unexpected enthusiasm and serendipity.

May I share just a few?

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Eating lunch outside under a tree

One fun unexpected activity I did–twice–this week involved bringing lunch outside.  Sat under a spruce or oak tree and munched while sitting on the earth, feeling the icy breeze (darn north wind!) whip through the woods.  The thoughts said the kitchen table would be more pleasant.  I ignored those thoughts because they beg for the expected way too often.

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