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The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- Radical acceptance and October snow
- Teeny tiny tired mouse for the Holy
- How are you doing, really?
- “You’ll lose all your readers if you write a spiritual blog every day.” (Fact check: not true.)
- Let everything that needs to go, go
- What does “Oh NO, where did my purse go?” have to do with spirituality?
- Sacred shell of the spiritual dyad
- Raking with the Heart
- Worry stew
- Seventy-five days until 2021: What the Heart knows spiritual exploration
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As some of you know from my other blog and Facebook, I’m in Marquette now. In a coffee shop. My friend, Bertha, and I are on our annual overnight trip to the city. This year we’re celebrating her 60th birthday! … Continue reading
The frog–we think it’s a frog and not a toad–pauses to say hello to all of you. Ribbit–it says. But actually I am telling a fib. The frog did not speak a word. It hopped out of the garden from … Continue reading
No two daisies are the same. No two restaurants are the same. No two snowflakes. No two moose. No two people. No two daisies are the same. No two Americans. No two Iraqis. No two Republicans, or Democrats … Continue reading
My goodness, I am still showing you pictures from last weekend. The last of May’s crop of photos. Please enjoy a stroll through Marquette’s Lower Harbor, as we did last Saturday. Can you feel the gentle breeze blowing off the … Continue reading
I, your regular blog writer, have not seen a moose since the early 1990’s. The kids were elementary school students. We were headed home from Marquette one fine spring day when– OHMYGOODNESS!!! What is that strange creature crossing the road in … Continue reading
On Memorial Day, I give thanks for this life. For this particular country in which I find myself, its flag flying gently in the late May breezes. I give thanks to freedom. To the freedom to express ourselves. What … Continue reading
Quiet warm Sunday in the North Woods. Flowers blooming everywhere. Birds chattering endlessly in the woods. It feels like we live in a jungle. I wouldn’t be surprised to see a monkey swinging from tree to tree–that’s how noisy it … Continue reading