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Oh how the months speed by…
The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- Miracle of an October walk beside the Slate River
- Is life looking up…or down?
- Mums for my mom
- What I have learned during the pandemic
- Let the photos do the talking
- 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…
Read, read, read…months and months of photos and words…
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December has worn her drab gray dress every day. OK, maybe she jazzed up with some weak yellow sunshine occasionally when she felt festive. But mostly she’s just dulled us with mono color. This is nothing new here in the … Continue reading
Do you hear the ancient drums throbbing inside your limbic brain? Do you hear the cries of long-dead ancestors as they dance around the Solstice fire begging the sun to return? Please come back, please come back, please come back, … Continue reading
One of the things I like best about this seventy five day spiritual exploration is that each day the Heart prompts what might be explored. When it was time to write yesterday’s post the Holy giggled. It seemed to want … Continue reading
Yesterday started smoothly. The engine of the day ran flawlessly through morning’s arms. Until afternoon showed her multiple tattoos and such sadness struck the match of hopelessness. What happened? I fell in the abyss of statistics once again. Many of … Continue reading
Shhh, dear reader. Let’s whisper. Let’s remember. Let’s lower our voices. Because this is the in-between time. It’s in-between Christmas and New Years. It’s in-between gift-giving and a brand new start. It’s in-between the old and stagnant–and the unknown.
So Christmas hath ended, passed away, disappeared into the ethers. New Year’s approaches, wearing bells and jangles, but she’s still in the future. We’re in between, kids. We’re in between the Solstice and Christmas and Hanukkah and other shining holy-days. … Continue reading
I’ve been driving my dear friend Susan to radiation treatment for breast cancer in Marquette several times in these past couple of months. She’s traveled to the hospital for treatment over an hour and a half away from Baraga five … Continue reading
The clock ticks 6 a.m. Outside our Little House in the Big Woods the wind howls fiercely. Father November has thrown a deep cloak of blackness across the breasts of trees and the wood stove sputters in the basement. Barry … Continue reading
As Jalaluddin Rumi said: Why are you so afraid of silence? Silence is the root of everything. If you spiral into its void, a hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear. Silence is … Continue reading