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Oh how the months speed by…
The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- 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…
- Starfish, hummingbird frolicking in hose spray and other underwater adventures
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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Tag Archives: Native American
Yesterday was such an active day filled with blogging, dyad, work, grocery shopping in the “big” town 45 miles north, phone calls with family, stoking fires, making dinner, responding to blog comments, oh, and a dozen other already forgotten undertakings. … Continue reading
We really must quit meeting like this. We must quit telling stories blessed freezing winter day after winter day. But why not tell stories? The local Anishinabe huddled around campfires in wigwams all winter spinning yarns of Wenabozhoo and the … Continue reading
Last night, in the early hours before midnight, traveling silently through the dark house, I heard a strange sound. Coyotes singing? Owls crooning? Wind danced through the trees, blowing yellow leaves onto the earth. Wind’s melody crescendoed everywhere, but what … Continue reading
Yesterday in Wal-Mart, near the pickles, I nearly tripped over a Native American elder driving a cart. Years ago, he led sweat lodges in our area in which I participated. We prayed together, many of us in the dark tarped … Continue reading
Does everyone remember what the Lorax proclaimed in the famous Dr. Seuss book? Sure, you remember. He solemnly said, “I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees.” This blog is ditto what the Lorax said so mightily. Today I … Continue reading
Hoy es el Dia de los Muertos. Today is the Day of the Dead. In Mexico, so they say, families picnic in cemeteries, honoring their buried grandmas and grandpas, their tios and tias (uncles and aunts, for you gringos) and beloved … Continue reading
Counting down the days until I can say something on this blog. August 10th!!
**My very FIRST slideshow! Aren’t you proud?**