Follow The Water

03. 22. 2015

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The snow is almost gone, the ice road is defunct and tender greenery is emerging from the earth. Spring sprung quickly this year and while it’s been cold for the past couple of days, the sun is warm and the ground is softening. Bayview Beach is still solid ice and I wanted to hear and see some moving water. Will, Charlie, George and I settled on Lost Creek Falls as our Saturday destination and there was a nice mix of water, frozen and liquid, that kept us entertained as we followed the path to the Falls.

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Texture, shapes and shadows were the name of the game on the path. We did our best to avoid stepping in the frozen puddles, the ice froze in intricate patterns, and we wanted to preserve them for anyone else who ventured out on a chilly Saturday.

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Standing by the falls, with the spray hitting my face, I felt spring. I mean really felt spring—  felt the water shaking off its winter lethargy, felt the remaining ice surrender to the flow, felt the energy moving up from deep in the Earth into a red pine on the banks. The sound echoed in my ears, beloved and familiar.

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Spring has never been my favorite season. Between the kids and dogs…spring rain and mud creates a disaster zone on my kitchen floor that requires either hourly sweeping or surrender (socks help a lot when I choose the surrender path). But this year, it’s different— there is something about the transitions that’s calling out to me. Ice amidst flowing water, ferns growing alongside snow, moss littered with frozen droplets of water….winter gives way to spring and for a short time they co-exist in shades of white and green.

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Lost Creek Falls was running and tumbling, exactly what we were hoping to see. More rushing water, ice and mist…..spring imagined as a waterfall.

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Water is magical to me. It moves, flows, sustains, erodes, jumps, crashes and rolls over and through our world; common and miraculous at the same time. We are the lucky ones, the ones who get to call this place home. A place with water so clear it freezes into crystal balls, so plentiful it runs year-round into Lake Superior and so resolute it holds an entire ecosystem in its embrace. We are the One Percent.

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Reflection & Clarity

03. 6. 2015

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Shards of glass can cut and wound or magnify a vision. Mosaic celebrates brokenness and the beauty of being brought together.

Our survival, the vitality of the planet depends on mental flexibility and emotional acuity. Hands raised. Hands put to work. We can improvise. We can create without a map. And we don’t have to live in isolation. The gift of an attentive life is the ability to recognize patterns and find our way toward a unity built on empathy. Empathy becomes the path that leads us from the margins to the center of concern.

The pattern is the thing.

The beauty made belongs to everyone. We all bow.

Terry Tempest Williams, Finding Beauty in a Broken World

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Jack is home for the weekend and, not wanting to waste a beautiful sunny morning, we went to Big Bay Town Park for a meander through the ice field. The clarity of the ice this year is mind-blowing….nearly every piece was crystal clear.

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The reflection of the sky in the ice was remarkable— it swirled through out the ice shards like bright blue ribbons.

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The ice was strewn along the entire beach, pieces and parts of a once greater whole yet stunning in its independence. The nuance of light, color and texture was hidden in the unbroken beginning; it was only in the fracturing that its beauty was released.

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Movement and air, suspended in ice, waiting for the coming thaw for release.

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Sub-Zero

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Hot & Sour Soup for a Cold & Snowy Day

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Winter is here, the kids had their first snow day and I couldn’t be happier. It’s been snowing since yesterday and I think we have about 15 inches on the ground, and it’s still falling. I had forgotten the thrill of seeing a Winter Storm Warning pop up on my phone, it brought me right […]

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Wherever

5 November 2014

Wherever  Wherever we walk we will make Wherever we protest we will go planting Make poems seed grass feed a child growing build a house Whatever we stand against We will stand feeding and seeding Wherever I walk I will make Muriel Rukeyser

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Milkweed Magic

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Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment. Cleverness is mere opinion, bewilderment is intuition. Rumi I put my garden to bed for the winter yesterday afternoon and in between pulling, cutting and pruning, I spent 30 minutes in full-out wonder at the symmetry and engineering of a milkweed pod. It’s perfectly designed to birth and give […]

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Wild Mushroom & Goat Cheese Risotto

2 November 2014

The end of summer means all sorts of things: we need to start wearing socks again, 7 am is the new 10 am for breakfast, school and sport schedules begin to rear their ugly heads and wild mushrooms start to make their annual appearance in forests and fields around Bayfield. Quite a bit of rain […]

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Frosty Morning on the Beach

1 November 2014

Well, it’s been a while since I’ve posted and its high time I get back into the Cookery Maven swing of things. I’ve been cooking, eating, drinking wine, taking pictures, and stirring the pot wherever and whenever I can but haven’t made time to sit at the computer and hammer out a blog post. The […]

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