Load 'Em Up!

There's only one thing better than a freshly painted dog truck...a freshly painted dog truck loaded with a team of ready-to-run Alaskans! :)

Just Keep Walking

Lately my sister's been teaching me a little something about how to just keep walking...

A few weeks back she sent me a book to read. I saved it for the first warm, green-grassed, sun's-ablazin' Saturday in September, took myself to my favorite chair in the field below the raspberry patch and promised not to leave that chair until I closed that book for having read it all. (I savor those time when I can wrap myself in a tiny cocoon of perfect pleasure and remain for as long as I like - and this was one of those times!)
I stayed in that chair and read until I came to the last chapter. I really didn't want the story to end and decided to save the last bit for the following morning and the big, leather chair in our living room. It was a quick read that's for certain, but the process of reflection has taken weeks...

Two Old Women is an Athabaskan folktale of two old women, Star and Chickadee bird, who must stand up and walk forward or die in cold desertion under the bow of a cedar tree. It's a story steeped in the themes of steely self determination and intense internal strength. It's a story of courage; of walking forward into the amazing potenial and gifts that lie hidden within each one of us. The sweet glaze of the story is that of ultimate forgiveness - that's the 'life' of it all; that's what makes it work.

Walking forward is a choice we make - it's a simple thing - like opening a door and saying yes to going through it. Most of the time we don't give it a lot of thought - we don't have to - it's easy. But then there's that ONE day when it all changes and it's not ordinary anymore; it isn't easy and every breath is effortful. But the choice is to 'sit under the bow of the cedar tree' and to never move again, or to get up and start walking into a place you've never been before. If we decide to stand and take steps forward, it will be to THAT place where a strength, a level of courage and giftedness we never knew existed is found.

For the past five months my sister's been walking into a place she never dreamed she'd go. It's been hard - a kind of hard I've never known.
But I do know this about my sister- no matter how deep the water, no matter how dark the place or how unsure her very next step may feel, she'll lock arms with the strength and courage she has within her and she'll keeping opening each door, walking through it and taking the next step...she'll just keep walking!

She's my sister and I love her.

Compressed Cotton Candy

It was dinner out last night - out in our back field kneeling around our field stone enclosed campfire with our two wiener dogs -Sam Houston and KirbyMagnolia - running circles in the field and through the buckwheat patch, a bag of local Vollworth's hot dogs, a bag of buns, a bag of eager-to-be-eaten ( I know things about marshmallows) marshmallows and a full, U.P. moon on the rise. I'd been waiting for this night all summer long. It was perfect - just like those marshmallows I'd carefully, quietly and with steady perseverance and diligence, roasted to gooey perfection! I ate five of those gooey blocks of what David calls compressed cotton candy.
I've had many - maybe hundreds - of roasted marshmallows in my lifetime -they're one of my favorite things - and their taste last night brought back a package of memories from the summer of 1990, when Caleb, Abby, Michaela and I gathered around the Johnston family campfire on the shores of Lake Chandos, Ontario, roasted hot dogs and buns on a stick, along with those ubiquitous blocks of compressed cotton candy by the full light of an Ontario moon on the rise.

Lake Superior

I raced home after school today to fetch David, two dogs, a camera and my boots and off we went to Lake Superior. The sun was warm and the breeze gentle. We walked down the smooth-stoned shoreline lined with cedar and aspen trees on the upland side to find only a handful of agate hunters on the water's edge.
Lake Superior is unlike any other place on earth-when I spend time with it I'm assured of that. Its cold, gray expanse lays out for what seems to be an endless, seamless stretch. This evening the waves were barely distinguishable, all water craft absent, but out in the distance we spied a set of snorkelers - a floating bobber marking their spot and every now and again their heads bobbing to the surface. They had the whole place to themselves. If you look REALLY closely you can see them in this picture!














This 65-degree autumn day was one of those warm, slightly cool around the edges kind of early fall days - the kind whose memory lingers deep into winter.
I took three stones - I threw one back into the water, put one carefully on the shore and the third I tucked into my pocket. I thought of Nike.

Who Could Ask for Anything More?

2 best buds + 2 Cuban cigars + 2 Bloody Marys + a serene September-eve = Who Could Ask for Anything More?