Grains, yours and mine

“On a summer morningI sat downon a hillsideto think about God– a worthy pastime.Near me, I sawa single cricket;it was moving the grains of the hillside this way and that way.How great was its energy,how humble its effort.Let us hope it will always be like this,each of us going onin our inexplicable waysbuilding the universe.”... Continue Reading →

Vacia

It’s 9/11. 20 years later. And somehow we’re living through something even MORE awful. Who could have imagined? That’s all I’m going to say about that. It’s September 11th. Which would indicate that we are fully into fall, and fully past summer, and to that I say, “What? Who punched the FF button on my... Continue Reading →

Pieces of Home

The other night, Wednesday I believe, we were out at Picnic Flow enjoying the waves on the basalt and the dancing moon in the ‘tide’pools. The Flow is this amazing tilt of lavarock, just shoving out into Lake Superior, and a favorite place of ours at Gooseberry Falls. We're especially drawn out there at night,... Continue Reading →

Cold

We've camped cold before. It is one of our favorite ways to camp, actually, especially along Lake Superior where the cold can be as pristine as the waters of the mighty lake. We're no strangers to sleeping beneath seven layers, with winter hats protecting the only possible exposure. We kind of like getting up and... Continue Reading →

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