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May 12, 2012 § Leave a comment

If I were small again, I would crawl inside this cylinder of cement. I would imagine it led to other places. I would hide in here and make up those other places and believe in all their possibility.

Remember those days? The days of wading in streams beneath bridges, of walking through culverts, of making groves your woodland home? Imagining what would happen if you were orphaned or lost? It must be some childish attempt at understanding survival, even preparing for possible upheaval – this considering of other lives you might be living, in other realities, and how you might survive them. It was always fun. Purposeful. Imaginative. And yet with flecks of thrilling fear.

A vision in white

March 6, 2012 § Leave a comment

On Friday I drove through the fog to rural Wisconsin. Spent several hours with good company, good conversation, and good food. I can’t say much more for now–other than that all of this, a chocolate lab, a few red barns, and a white-on-everything snowfall made what could have been a highly stressful day rather, instead, a gift.

A vision of the kind of place I want to be a part of. A few moments there. Gladness that others want it, too.

And then, you know, Wisconsin. It’s always seemed an invitingly beautiful state to me. (Pictures of the Minnesota/Wisconsin weekend forthcoming . . . once I track down my SD card reader . . . too easily misplaced!)

Home from travels, and considering others.

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