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In the Woods and On the Water
Almost overnight, Trees transformed into gumdrops— That’s what I call them. Through the red maples, A black squirrel caught my eye. What a rare moment! As if being chased, I saw deer gallop and leap. But they were playing! Todd found a bookstore In Three Lakes. I...
Where the Eagle Soars
At Eagle River, I am reminded, we mount up On wings like eagles. In humility, We must know how to come down. Face things as they are! Still, O heart, be still. Water appears like glass as Birds fly branch to branch. Mind, body and soul, “Be still, know that I am God.”...
What Love Is Or Isn’t
“What is love? How would you answer that?” I asked my husband on Saturday night at 8:43 PM after he’d watch a great storm roll in from the front porch with our dog while the cat was hiding. I’d no idea where the cat was but she had a mouse trapped earlier, I knew she...