Rocks Speak

ROCKS SPEAK. In their own way, to those who have ears to listen. I have long thought that every stone is a teacher and every breeze a language. Boulders have lessons to impart and stories to tell. Each of these great stones, within 25 yards of our island cabin, is a ‘glacial erratic’, dropped where it stands by a retreating

In The Quiet

IN THE QUIET, tucked away side of the island, far from the open lake, a boulder has stood for, oh, about 10,000 years. Give or take, since the retreat of the last glacier. For all those millennia, nothing happened with that boulder. The bark canoes of the Anishinaabe passed by, the brigades of the fur traders, the arrival of lumbermen