AT THE CHURCH OF PEACE outhouse on Fawn Island
AT THE CHURCH OF PEACE outhouse on Fawn Island, after last evening’s arrival, all has been swept and dusted to within an inch of its life. Sort of. At least, most of the cobwebs have been removed. The ‘Pay Toilet, 5 cents’ cat food can collection tin has been examined to make sure folks are following protocol. Surprisingly, as a source of income and financial advancement, it seems to be doing poorly—with no increase of coinage since the last time it was checked. This is disappointing.
But the disappointment is salved by the singing of white throated sparrows and breezes through the birch trees. Meanwhile Koda-the-Forest-Kitten looks on with mild interest, as we continue preparations for the arrival of family.
To answer many questions and expressions of concern, our Fawn Island, and the Pine Point woods at home, have not been harmed and are not threatened by the Canadian and northern Minnesota wildfires. But we grieve the losses of others not as fortunate, and of the forests themselves. Today’s skies are clear with cooler temps, and we hope the brave fire-fighters receive more help from the weather.
Being on an island affords some security in such regards, but no one really lives apart and separate, island or otherwise. We are all connected and a part of one another. In every way. Even a sweeper of cobwebs and a sort-of helpful cat.
Prayers and the best of good wishes to all who are struggling or threatened or battling the elements. May the rains come.