SOMETIMES you just feel like sharing. Especially around a campfire. (Even a virtual one.) Feelings, impressions, a good story. Especially on a long and arduous journey. And most especially when you find a really good place to stop, and rest, and share what needs sharing. So… I’m feeling that way now. Perhaps you are, too. And I know just the
ON A WINTER’S NIGHT, sometimes it is good to drift back to summer. The setting of the sun, the rising of the moon; the call of a loon, the echo of a frog chorus from across the water. I tried to capture the feelings of such an evening in a little piece called ‘Namakan Nights,’ inspired by the beauty of
FB FRIEND Ann Iijima sends me my own words this morning. Which is a clever and ingenious thing to do. She says she finds ‘great comfort’ in them. The words in question are from my book, ‘Deep Woods, Wild Waters,’ a passage in which I describe my favorite Northwoods wildflower, the Pale Pink Corydalis. I wrote: “Here, on the exposed
WHEN I WAS A BOY, every summer had a 2 week slice of heaven built into it. That was the time our entire family gathered in a cabin on the shores of a beautiful northern Minnesota lake called Kabetogama. Time away from important jobs and studies and school and stuff that I hated, and close to lakes and loons and
SOMETIMES WE STOP TO PONDER why we do the things we do. For many years I have led folks on journeys into wild country. In the form of ‘Road Scholar’ trips, I still do. From my book, ‘Deep Woods, Wild Waters,’ here’s why. The essay is called, “Hello To Life.” I stood in the great, billowing mists of a tremendous