Tag Archives: writing

I am a sheeple with my big wooly sheep coat. (And so much more.)

I am a sheeple with my big wooly sheep coat. You can herd me in your meadows and I will do what you say: obey traffic signs, wear masks on airlines during a pandemic, attend public schools, collect a social … Continue reading

Posted in October 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 35 Comments

Please, please, please ducks–just go to bed (and chickens, please let me take your pictures!)

Some of you may recall from the last blog post that my weekend assignment included tending a friend’s chickens and ducks. Dog and cat, too. It is now time to report back. I have thought long and hard about the … Continue reading

Posted in September 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 46 Comments

Unexpected, unanticipated, unpredicted and unforeseeable

I often want to be a once-a-week blogger. They are such cool cats! You know, the folks who vow to write once a week and follow through on their pledge, year after blogging year. They pick a day of the … Continue reading

Posted in September 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 51 Comments

Our neighborhood “Point” of Lake Superior magic

Good morning to all on this cloudy cooler Saturday morning in our Upper Peninsula woods. Just wanting to post some photos of our recent drive out to Point Abbaye which juts out into Lake Superior like a finger pointing toward … Continue reading

Posted in August, 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 44 Comments

Primitive, prehistoric, bygone, lost, irrevocable, lapsed, expired, run out, ended, finished

A heavy-hearted moment is upon me. This moment has been coming for years and years and years. It is time. Time to throw away my cherished childhood friend.  She that accompanied me through crushes, pimples and teenage angst.  She that … Continue reading

Posted in August, 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 56 Comments

Gifts of root and wing

I’m sitting in this little house in the woods month after everlasting month growing fat sturdy roots into the earth.  Down, down, down, go my roots.  Past the fading couch, past the basement with its wood stove, past the clay … Continue reading

Posted in July, 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 30 Comments

Friday morning psalm of your grandma’s gingerbread cake and sweet Joe-Pye Weed

We’ll start this Friday morning psalm with a fleeting memory of your grandma’s gingerbread cake, or that strawberry rhubarb pie, or those sugar cookies she served you with a cold glass of milk. While you lick the crumbs of memory … Continue reading

Posted in July, 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 45 Comments

What will count on your deathbed?

Here is an assignment–should you choose to accept it. Pretend you’re on your deathbed.  It’s the end of this life.  Goodbye moon.  Goodbye songbirds.  Goodbye everything awful and beautiful. What advice might your dying almost-gone self give to your current … Continue reading

Posted in July, 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 31 Comments

Buddha on the page, Jesus in the rafters

Dearest readers!  I had no intention of writing a post today, honest.  But just finished morning meditation and wanted to share it with you here.  Just in case any of you might feel like playing. Do you sometimes have trouble … Continue reading

Posted in June, 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 35 Comments

The herd is our brother, too

All week I intended to share a poem here.  Written six days ago.  I lounged on the couch in pajamas pre-dawn last Wednesday, happily anticipating quiet peaceful meditation.  Instead, a poem lassoed me.  The poem circled its rope from the … Continue reading

Posted in May, 2020 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 58 Comments