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Today is the fourth of eighteen days in which I am tooling around Florida in my vintage 1969 Shasta Camper. I am gone precisely for eighteen days because my daughter is also gone for eighteen days, on a field trip with her school. This makes it easier for my husband, who is sticking it out at home in the snow and wind. Also I figure eighteen days is a nice long stretch of time. My plan is to absorb the beauty and warmth of Florida so I can come back to the studio with lots of great material.
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I’d been walking all day in golden Autumnal forest. I was alone, and the air was still. The brilliant Sun illuminated each leaf to an incandescent glow. I took deep breaths to bring this place into my body, my memory, my awareness. I was only there for two weeks, and I wanted to steep myself in the spirit of that place—the Porcupine Mountains, and the Great Mother Lake—Lake Superior—that marks their northern edge.Continue reading →
Walking along the path to Lost Lake was like having an entire cathedral to yourself. Just you and the mosquitos partaking in the mystery of existence. For you, the utter beauty of the sugar maple leaves crowning overhead, the Indian Summer sun lighting each leaf like a piece of stained glass, the sapphire blue sky beyond lending whispers of an even deeper mystery. For the mosquitoes, the ancient sacrament of a blood feast, not a symbolic ritual on their part. As long as you kept walking, you could avoid much of their fervor.Continue reading →
I want to tell you about the Porcupine Mountains. And about Lake Superior. And about the cabin where I lived for two glorious weeks while I was there for my artist residency.
I But I also want to tell you that it can be a little discombobulating returning to normal life after living for two weeks in the rare and wonderful circumstance of a wilderness cabin with no running water or electricity or people. Of course “normal life” is bit of a stretch, because my husband and I are in the midst of major changes. Days have a tendency to be whirlwinds. I think everyone is feeling the whirlwinds of change these days, and I highly recommend two weeks—or a few days, or even a few hours—of solitude and forest for some perspective. Wilderness is our deepest home.Continue reading →
The cabin is pitch black at night. The first night this was so disorienting that I dreamt renegade crazy men were racing dirt bikes on the trail all night. Seriously, they kept me up for hours with their zooming vehicles. In the morning I had to go check the trail for tire marks. Of course there were none, but it seemed so real I had to check.Continue reading →
I have arrived in Ontonagon, Michigan. The fall colors are bursting and the air is crisp. I am wildly excited! Tomorrow I will take up residence in Dan’s Cabin in the Porcupine Mountains Wilderness Park for two weeks. I won’t have electricity or running water, but I’m hoping I can make posts to my blog with a little finagling. We’ll see.
Yesterday morning as I packed up my car I was a petrified mess. A gnawing fear ate at my confidence. Still, I got in the car and drove off in my little yellow bug, waving to my husband as he watched me bump down the driveway, the first minutes of a seventeen hour drive.Continue reading →