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Oh how the months speed by…
The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- Worry stew
- Seventy-five days until 2021: What the Heart knows spiritual exploration
- The unsayable and the ordinary
- I am a sheeple with my big wooly sheep coat. (And so much more.)
- Insecurities: a crack where the light gets in
- Walktober meander: no trail, no path, no destination
- No politics today. No virus talk. Just autumn colors here in the Upper Peninsula.
- Debate on our road last Monday: me versus Nebraska Man. Winner – nobody.
- Please, please, please ducks–just go to bed (and chickens, please let me take your pictures!)
- Adventures of river, old windows and poultry
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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Imagine walking to the mailbox, afternoon after afternoon. Out the front door, down the three circular wooden steps onto cement and grass and gravel. To your right lies a garden (in springtime newly planted) and to your left a tall … Continue reading
There is not one thought in this head. Can a person write a blog with nothing in the world to say? With no important theme to share? Nothing strung together in connected paragraphs? Let us try. Today shines forth as … Continue reading
Years ago I wanted to tell you a story. Unfortunately, I wasn’t blogging at that time. Taking a break, as you’d have it. So the story was swallowed away into memory. Today I am going to share the story of … Continue reading
In the old days, older than the oldest days, long before you drew your first ragged breath, long before your grandmother’s grandmother’s grandmother drew her first ragged and tentative breath–that’s when this story begins. In the bottom of Lake Superior … Continue reading
Here is a story that I remember hearing as a child. I was walking uptown in my hometown, headed toward the library. Suddenly my parents appeared in their car, insisted that I get in, and whisked me back home. They … Continue reading
This March afternoon–with about five to six inches of new wet heavy snow here in our never-ending snow country of the Upper Peninsula–I have been looking through old photos once again. (Not that I look through them often. Just every … Continue reading
Tomorrow I’m going to fly south through (hopefully) friendly skies. Over stick-figure tree skeletons way down below. Perhaps the sun will set through our jet window. We’ll pass across the snowy vista of the Upper Peninsula and head south across … Continue reading
Good morning from our little stretch of woods and lake and snow and cold. Sitting here at this computer I watch lazy flakes of snow silhouetted against black and gray tree limbs. Yonder brown oak leaves dangle from branches that … Continue reading
Shhh, dear reader. Let’s whisper. Let’s remember. Let’s lower our voices. Because this is the in-between time. It’s in-between Christmas and New Years. It’s in-between gift-giving and a brand new start. It’s in-between the old and stagnant–and the unknown.