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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…
The times folks have paused along Lake Superior Spirit's shores since 2010
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Dearest readers! I had no intention of writing a post today, honest. But just finished morning meditation and wanted to share it with you here. Just in case any of you might feel like playing. Do you sometimes have trouble … Continue reading
Last January, just before I quit blogging for ten months, I wrote a post called “The world’s best journal“. The journal is one of the things that makes me unconditionally happy. To read back over the years and to remember … Continue reading
I may be over-doing it blogging lately, but, gosh, it can be fun. Some day, perhaps, the writing will cease again–but for now, it’s alive here. It can be especially fun when it’s cold. Something to do, you know, in … Continue reading
Tuesday. Blessings of the flock. You’re walking up the road. The air feels still. Silence reigns between tall trees with lingering yellow leaves. Fallen leaves smell crisp with childhood memories of burning raked piles. In the distance, a logging truck … Continue reading
Dear Lake Superior Spirit Diary, Gosh, now that I’ve turned off comments (in order to better catch up on reading other people’s blogs, because I got so far behind and feel guilty writing more posts with more comments to respond … Continue reading
Dear, dearest diary, I am sorry I have not written in your lined paper pages for such a long time. I am so sorry to have deserted you for this new-fangled writing instrument called a “blog”. (I know you are … Continue reading
Dear Reader, I have nothing to say. (You’ve heard this before, haven’t you?) But really really really want to write this morning, to share, to sprout words like daffodils, to hatch sentences like baby robins, all squawking and chirping and … Continue reading
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