Brother Bear

IT IS A FINE SUMMER DAY at the Church O’ The Pines, with the summer wind blowing warm summer air through the pine tops. The wind chimes are singing, the fern fronds swaying and dancing. The Father of Waters/Church Moat has a chop on it, bouncing the baby mallards up and down, but they stick close to Mom and don’t

Not Yet Too Late to Order!

WITH THE ARRIVAL OF THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES BOOKS YESTERDAY, many people asked if it was too late to order. The answer is no!

Beautiful Summer Day

PEACE. QUIET. BEAUTY. SERENITY. It is always good to find such things, and Nature often provides them. Most summer days I take a country walk, and this is a favorite haunt—a prairie meadow filled with Bee Balm and Black-Eyed Susans, Bumblebees, and Monarchs, edged with old Burr Oaks.

Little Cabin on Fawn Island

WE ARE UNABLE TO BE IN OUR LITTLE CABIN ON FAWN ISLAND with son and daughter-in-law and the grandchildren this week, due to what our little grandson sweetly and heartbreakingly calls, “Covid-Time.” But Daughter-in-Law Kat sends this gorgeous sunset picture from the dock. I have taken, and shared, many photos from the Fawn Island dock, but have never caught colors

North Woods Day

AN ICONIC NORTH WOODS SCENE ON AN ICONIC North Woods day. Dazzling gulls swoop through a blue sky on a southwest breeze.

Old Turtle and the Broken Truth

Over the past few months, many wonderful readings have been done, by others, from my ‘Old Turtle’ series. So I have waited a while to post this one.

Itasca Park

THIS MORNING WE ONCE AGAIN FIND OURSELVES BACK IN THE WARM, SULTRY CONFINES OF THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES. Yesterday we took our face masks and hand sanitizer and Kathy’s 45 miles per gallon hybrid and traveled to a sister church, the Cathedral of the Really Big Pines—Itasca Park.

Mrs. Figs’ Old Turtle: Questions of the Heart

SOMETIMES LIFE PRESENTS US WITH WONDERFUL AND UNEXPECTED SURPRISES. A couple of years ago I received a heartfelt email from a nice lady in Camarillo, California, who said she owned a small, independent bookstore called Mrs. Figs’ Bookworm.

Church of the Island

AT THE CHURCH OF THE ISLAND, HARD ON THE CANADIAN BORDER, crows and ravens serve as alarm clocks and alert the congregation to the rising of the sun. It continues its journey, having already ascended over Fire Island and Montawk Point; over Manhattan and Niagara and Sault Sainte Marie; over Georgian Bay and Grand Portage, Pigeon Falls, Gunflint and Saganaga,

A Marvelous Construction

AT THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES IT IS A BEAUTIFUL MORNING. But we are not there to see it as we are attending services at the Church O’ The Lake.