Bear Lodge

Bear Lodge

If this was a blog without a commitment, I would not write today.  I would leave the sweat lodge blog from yesterday up for two, three or maybe four days.  To give more people the chance to read it.  Because it doesn’t feel like it was an “ordinary” blog.  It doesn’t feel like it was one of those everyday blogs.  It feels like the rocks and fire dictated it.  I would prefer to honor the spirit of  the mystery of the sweat lodge ceremony and leave it up at the front for days and days.

But this daily blog commitment supersedes such a desire.  So a blog shall appear.  But if anyone hasn’t read yesterday’s blog about the Sweat Lodge, please click here

Red leaves atop spruce branch

Red leaves atop balsam branch

Most of these photos come to you courtesy of yesterday’s walk along the beach and in the woods in the pouring rain.  Today’s outdoor adventure was this:  helping Barry measure from here to there in his new garage addition.  Holding on to the “dumb” end of the tape measure.  Listening to pronouncements like “102 and 3/4”.  And then more pronouncements:  “Oh no!  This one is 102 and 5/8!”  (Kathy frowns in agreement; yes, this is bad news.  No, this is good news.  And where should we put the tape measure now?  And “Do you still need me?”)

Yellow

Yellow

And that’s it.  I still don’t want to be writing a blog tonight.  But a promise is a promise.  Fifty seven days to go.  I will leave you with a fish head.  Please turn away now if you don’t like to view dead animals!  This one has a very wise eye.  A hollow wise eye.  It was washed up between the rocks and perhaps died recently.

Fish head

Fish head

Goodnight all.  Blessings to you all when you do want to do things, and when you don’t.  Good luck discerning the best choice!

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