HAVING RETURNED FROM FLORIDA with tans, or burns, or something in between, we now find ourselves back in the snow, in the little cabin under the pines. But things are changing quickly. The eagles are busy at their nest, just 100 yards from the cabin door. They have been carrying sticks, rebuilding and refurbishing. And Kathy thinks there is egg-sitting
THIS MORNING the Church O’ The Pines awaits us as we return from warm and sunny Florida. We know that a temperature differential of 90 degrees or so will greet us. But we will also be greeted by Sparky the Cardinal and our little chickadee friends. By the Three Crows and the resident opossum. By fox and otter and white
HERE AT THE CHURCH O THE PINES it is a gorgeous morning as we cast our eyes heavenward. Green trees, blue sky, gauzy white clouds drifting over. But there are forecasts of impending arctic fronts, snowstorms and blizzards, earthquakes, tornadoes, and tsunamis. While more seriously, halfway round the word, we hear forecasts and drumbeats of imminent invasion and war. And
AS THE CALENDAR INCHES TOWARD SPRING, as the chickadees sing their bright, two-note song (they’re saying, “Spring’s here,” in case you wondered) my thoughts begin to turn toward the Road Scholar trips I’ll be guiding this coming summer. And to memories of the many wilderness trips I’ve led in the past. One of my favorite parts of every trip was
THE VIEW FROM the Caretakers’ Cabin into the beams, rafters, and steeples of the Church O The Pines. It is a good view, particularly on a Sunday morning, particularly backed by a dome of brilliant blue. And it helps to have crows hollering from the rafters as well. It is important to keep things real and down-to-earth and lively in
HERE AT THE CHURCH O THE PINES it is 124 degrees below zero this morning. Which does not compare with the 147 below we had a week or two ago but is still a bit on the chilly side. But the winds are calm, the sun is bright, and it is a glorious sabbath in the woods. None of our
ORCHIDS NEVER LIE. They are not fools or idiots. They do not march behind fools and idiots. They bring no ugliness into the world. They pollute nothing, spiritually, mentally, or physically. They are simply themselves, and in being themselves, they speak of beauty and integrity. What I say of orchids can be said as well of oak trees, and pines.
IN MY BOOK, Old Turtle:Questions Of The Heart, the ancient one speaks of family. This is what she says, when asked by a little girl: “Family is the doorway into the house of life, little one. When you are very young, your family is all the world and everything in it. The stars shine in your father’s eyes, the sun
IN MY MOST RECENT OLD TURTLE book, ‘Questions Of The Heart,’ the wise old heroine speaks to some of the great concerns of life. She speaks of love, of play, of sorrow, of family, of death, of the meaning of life itself. In the section quoted below, she speaks directly of evil. During a time in which lies are labeled
YESTERDAY WE SET OUT from the Church O’ The Pines estate, bound for the wilds of southeast Minnesota in search of eagles. A search well-rewarded. Today we returned to the Church grounds, and I set out for a late afternoon walk along the riverbank in search of… whatever. What I found, in addition to a pretty sunset, was otter sign!