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The medicine way

On June 10th the lupine theater played for a full house.  They perfumed, awed, and colored the landscape extraordinarily.  We onlookers gushed at their purple, pink and white symphony and deeply inhaled their essence.  Their lupine-ness shined superb; never were … Continue reading

Posted in July, 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 60 Comments

Benediction of sunlight and lupines

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. Sunlight beckoned me, too, c’mon lazybones, sleepyhead, upsy daisy, how about a … Continue reading

Posted in June 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 69 Comments

If I should die before I wake

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 … Continue reading

Posted in May 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 72 Comments

Oh the 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 … Continue reading

Posted in May 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 76 Comments

Sucker on Mother’s Day

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 … Continue reading

Posted in May 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 43 Comments

Quiet spring meditation in the woods

It sometimes takes a long time–a truly long time–maybe even years, or decades, or a lifetime–for one to learn how to truly become quiet in the woods. So quiet, so still, that there is no difference between you and the … Continue reading

Posted in April, 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 60 Comments

Icicles, Mist, and the Road Less Traveled

When mist rises from ice-melting rivers and streams, magic ensues. When ice dresses branches and twigs, the world is transformed for an instant, an hour, a brief respite. Winter yawns, thinking it might stretch out another month or two here … Continue reading

Posted in April, 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , | 24 Comments