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The times folks have paused along Lake Superior Spirit's shores since 2010
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The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- Until we meet again, my friends…
- 100% Backwoods Yooper
- Itching relentlessly
- Jagged ice fields of Lake Superior
- Sprinkling petals atop snow
- Where the heck ARE you, anyway?
- Battened down, eating sweet squash pie & not blogging much
- One bright magical shining leaf that was known as Camelot
- Wolf, waves, coyotes, rain, wine, goose, friends.
- The grandkittens grow up into grandcats
Read, read, read…months and months of photos and words…
Tag Archives: poetry
I am finding Rumi gems hither and yon and re-falling in love with this poetry. As someone with a wee bit of lower back pain this morning, I smiled when accidentally discovering this poem. Suzi Banks Baum sent it to … Continue reading
“Do not try to save the whole world or do anything grandiose. Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life and wait there patiently until the song that is your life falls into your own cupped hands … Continue reading
My country can shut down, my friends can throw me away, everything can go to hell in a hand basket, but I will not shut down. How easy it is to shut down! To tighten up, to fuss, to … Continue reading
A sweet thing happened recently in my blogging world. My childhood best friend, Carol, suddenly appeared with a comment on my Neil Armstrong tribute post! What do you know! (The tribute talked about Carol and me sleeping out in my parent’s … Continue reading
1:13 a.m. I hear you rustling in the woods. Who are you? It’s so hot. So full moon hot. Sweat drips, soaks sheets, midsummer’s sauna. Run cool bath water and recline. Ahhh, feel better, don’t you? Who’s rustling beneath the … Continue reading
It’s not fair that I get to attend a Destination Wedding in some fair southern city adorned with white sandy beaches and you must sit home at the daily drudge, 40 hour work week closer to retirement, no extra cash … Continue reading