"Loon Laughter"

Warbling up great canyons, drifting over silent spaces of time. When the moon fills, when the night is soft, loon laughter transforms wildness into song. It calls to another. It dances on the webbed feet of the wind. It mates whispering silence to sound, reckless and uninhibited, primitive and unbroken, indigenous, rowdy, untouched. Loon laughter echoes proudly over the hills. It seeps into the cracks of untamed places. It is reluctant to go to domesticated venues. It watches purposefully over the North. Wait for it. Be ready for it. Silence when it speaks. Know you are listening to the early, distant sounds of our first genesis. We want it to last but then, night swallows it up in its ether

Nature Book Gift Idea 4 Father's Day

The Poetry of Life: Who's Watching Who? Northern Free-Verse Poetry. A NEW RELEASE: Coming out JUNE 4. In plenty of time for Father's Day. PRICED UNDER $10. Perfect for the adult son or daughter to wants to rekindle old camping memories with their dad or grandpa. 50 expressions of life in the North. Poetry written by a counselor and canoe guide. Each weaves together ordinary experiences in the out-of-doors with deeper truths and lasting values. Like a watercolor painting, each title is a quick, colorful description that leaves plenty of white space to fill in your own meaning. This nature book gift idea is one for people on the go, who long for a time-out. It makes an ideal book to have on th

Americana

Homespun phrases and reminders such as this helped our forebearers in moments of frustration, decision or challenge. They oriented them aro

Man, I do love this guy!

Try this on for poetry: “It’s easy to cry that you’re beaten - and die; It’s easy to crawfish and crawl; But to fight and to fight when hope’s out of sight - Why, that’s the best game of them all! And though you come out of each grueling bout, All broken and beaten and scarred, Just have one more try - it’s dead easy to die, It’s the keeping-on-living that’s hard.” Honest. Earthy. Straight-to-the-point. Robert Service. Survivor of the Trail of '98. Bank teller to the Yukon gold rush. Two more verses to follow. I read this when even daily frustrations get me going. Have Courage. Did Deep(er). Believe in Yourself. And Trust. The Quitter: "When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a ch

Wake-Up Mornings

The strong tincture of the sun rolling out of bed, the bird song breaking to the east, coffee growling on the stove, I, eager to answer. The world saturated in green, cars moving to the sound of adventure, the taste of dereliction in the air, the breath of uncommon good. Lake smells, Campfire smells, the invitational pull of the garden offering its rich scent of soil and promise. Summer dwells on the horizon of each new and uncertain day. It lingers as it waits for us to embrace its beauty. It shares its magic with the distressed, the arrogant, the rich and poor, the embittered and hollow, the distracted, with those who watch and who choose wonder. Days glide by

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