Tag Archives: Upper Peninsula

Unplugged

Posted on June 20, 2016 by

Three hours and twenty minutes ago a poplar tree smashed against electrical wires on our road, ousting electricity for everyone. The mothers, fathers and teenagers could no longer utilize their computers.  The kids lost access to iPads.  Toilets no longer … Continue reading →

Posted in June 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 71 Comments

Benediction of sunlight and lupines

Posted on June 10, 2016 by

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

Sucker on Mother’s Day

Posted on May 9, 2016 by

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 →

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Spring miracle

Posted on May 5, 2016 by

I can’t wait another second to tell you the news. (Besides, you asked for an update.) Some of you may remember last month’s blog about the little tame chipmunk from last summer.  He had a crack in his ear, and … Continue reading →

Posted in May 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , | 28 Comments

Delightful Unexpected Flow…

Posted on May 1, 2016 by

My goodness, it has felt like one of the most flowing precious weeks here in this Little House in the Big Woods. Last Sunday I wrote a blog about Unexpected Inspiration and started a daily practice of intending and paying … Continue reading →

Posted in May 2016, Unexpected | Tagged , , , , , , | 59 Comments

Quiet spring meditation in the woods

Posted on April 16, 2016 by

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

Posted on April 9, 2016 by

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