Magnet Points North

Browsing through our Up North digital memories, I came across this picture of a classic wooden canoe waiting to be pushed off into the lake waters like the Ojibwa people would have done with their canoes made of birch bark.

Our hearts right now are homesick for the North Woods, a place where nature is still raw and rugged.  Our first awareness of this Eden was in 1968, and we've returned every year since....with few exceptions.

There's a language of the past that echoes the cry of the loon across the waters.  The spires of tall pines whisper secrets we can't understand.  The waters are crystal clear.  As the sun pulls the curtain on another day, a spirituality fires the sky and warms the soul.

Amen