magical. mysterious. limitless. as such, somewhat terrifying. and absolutely beautiful.
i looked down from the bridge and saw it. sleek and black. bounding in the snow. i grabbed his arm. we stopped and watched the otter swim in and out between the broken sheets of ice. i was warm with excitement, surprised to see something so wild so close to the trail, the railroad track, the interstate. it’s silly, really. i’ve seen deer here. and loons. and i’ve experienced the constant unboundedness of the lake. but somehow this river otter was different. later, i followed its tracks close to the shore. to the place where evidence of bounds became a long smooth trail, sliding down towards the water.
i am in love with this place. the wilds around reminding me of all that is untamed within. calling it out. singing me home.
between minnesota and wisconsin. between the harbor and the lake. the point stretches. defining space. defying space.
somehow the tiny bit of sleep was enough. perhaps it was the sauna. or the snowshoeing. or the fact that we’re as serious about play as we are about work.
big lake calm after school bus hustle. (i should do this every morning.)
here now. i am.
celebrating the everyday magic of simple yet abundant living.
honoring the everyday truths of real and inspired living.
i love them. so very much.
1 canoe. 2 rivers. 3 creeks. 16 lakes. 23 portages. 50+ miles. 9 days. 1 banjo. infinite sky. boundary waters canoe area wilderness.
let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. it will not lead you astray. - rumi
on snowshoes in the northwoods.