THIRTY YEARS AGO at this time, I was anxiously awaiting publication of my very first book, entitled Old Turtle. I did not know what sort of adventure, or joy, or disappointment, might lay in store. There has been little disappointment. Old Turtle has found friends all over the world. She has carried me on her back to many a place
A GOOD BONSAI MORNING to you! I found this wonderful Boxwood as a round, ragged, outdoor shrub in a ten gallon plastic pot at Home Depot this past spring. But pulling apart the thick foliage I found a trunk that seemed to have potential. Parting with $40, I brought it home, cut away more than half the roots (encased in
THERE HAVE BEEN REQUESTS that I share more about my music on my FB page. I am also going to be learning more about sharing digitally in this new media world. As many may know, I began as a musician before all the books came along. I still love performing with my old friend Steve Borgstrom and my son Bryan
AFTER A WEEK OF TEACHING AND GUIDING, sharing Gooseberry Falls, Split Rick, Shovel Point and the North Shore; Kawishiwi Falls, the Dorothy Molter Myseum, the International Wolf Center and North American Bear Center; Burntside Lake and Listening Point; Ash River and Namakan, a Voyageurs Park boat ride to Kettle Falls, a Lake Kabetogama canoe outing and visiting Ernest Oberholtzer’s Mallard
IN A QUIET LITTLE BAY on the back side of Fawn Island has long rested a goodsized boulder. By “long rested” I mean about 10,000 years. Since the last glacier grew tired of carrying it and dropped it off here. When we acquired the island about 30 years ago we noticed it had a crack in it, starting at the
MY UNCLE WILBUR WAS VERY IMPORTANT TO ME. A multiply decorated WW2 veteran, with extraordinary service at Monte Cassini and Anzio, he was a small, lively man with a warm heart and a great sense of humor, who loved to tease. And to fish. When he passed away some years ago his son Terry and I placed a small plaque
THE FIRST PEACE, and the most important, is that which comes within the souls of people when they realize their relationship, their oneness, with the universe and all its powers. And that in the center of the universe dwells the Great Spirit, and that this center is really everywhere, it is within each of us.
MY UNCLE WILBUR WAS VERY IMPORTANT TO ME. A multiply decorated WW2 veteran, with extraordinary service at Monte Cassini and Anzio, he was a small, lively man with a warm heart and a great sense of humor, who loved to tease. And to fish. When he passed away some years ago his son Terry and I placed a small plaque
IF WE ARE TO RESCUE OUR PLANET and save our place within the circle of life, then we must live in an honorable and mindful way. In a spiritual way. There is no other path. We must act as though a sunrise MEANS something. Act as though a sunset means something. As though a growing tree means something. As though
AT THE CHURCH O’ THE ISLAND it is a fine and pleasant morning. A northwest breeze stirs the water and tosses the balsam branches around. The sky and water compete for the deeper shade of blue. The white-throated sparrows sing their song, “Oh, sweet, Canada, Canada, Canada.” Loquacious crows fling sarcasms back and forth from the pine tops. Simon the