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July Blue Full Moon of Summer

The blue full moon …. She was sweet and bright and big.   Kind of like summer feels although it has been a little sun hot lately, in the 80’s and a bit warm watering and weeding in the gardens. The gardens are doing well especially the greens and garlic which i will be pulling  soon.  It has been hotter and drier these last few weeks so we have had extra watering duty.

 

We are so happy to be having Heart in the Earth August 21-23 !  There are still a few openings if you would like to join in on this amazing weekend of activities and speakers.  If you love being in the outdoors and want to experience it’s richness, there are so many things to try and hear.  More on the web site.

 

The Lemmikki Sven puppies:  Amaroq, Tulugak and Mooz are really growing and enjoying life.  Especially getting loose everyday and racing around the yard.  It is so fun to watch the energy they have; it makes one smile.  They really enjoy Lena and Kylla and when they are all loose together, one must be watchful to not get run over.  Mooz is still the largest, looking a lot like his dad and I even called him Sven accidentally.  Amaroq is the brains so far, learning how to climb the fence, coming when called and leading the chase most often.  The dogs are doing very well despite the heat and very dry conditions.  For their sake we are going to be very glad to see August and fall around the corner.  Akiak has recovered from his neuter surgery and plans are for Kesha to be spayed next week.

 

Handler Lauren has been doing great and all the dogs know her now.  She had told me that she has never had a dog but you would never know it with how good she is with them.  Since she is a communications and journalism major I asked if she would be willing to write for the full moon news and I am so glad she is willing.  Here’s Lauren about the dogs:

 

“What of his joy, the great love in him, ever surging and struggling to express itself, succeeded in finding a new mode of expression. He suddenly thrust his head forward and nudged his way in between the master’s arm and body. And here, confined, hidden from view all except his ears, no longer growling, he continued to nudge and snuggle.”           – Jack London

 

 

 

Dogs are very giving of themselves. It’s one of the many reasons so many people make them part of their families. It’s that quality of unconditional love that makes it so easy, so irresistible, to love them back.

 

I’ve been drawn to Foxy since first coming to Wintermoon at the beginning of the summer. He’s unlike any dog I’ve ever known, a bundle of nervous energy and personality quirks. His anxiety drives him to pace, whirl, and pant, seemingly constantly, and whenever anyone approaches, his antics reach a whole new level. He’s worn a hole into the ground just behind the gate to his pen from jumping up and down. His ears flatten back against his head in a position one could associate with fear.

 

And yet, the display has never made me consider turning around and leaving him alone. There is something also there that isn’t anxiety or fear. It is joy—it is “the great love in him.” His mouth hangs open in a panty dog smile, tongue lolling while his bushy tail wags like a banner, and his eyes lock on my face. He is waiting on the edge of paws for me just to come near, just to touch him.

 

Walking up to Foxy is like watching a conflict of interest between anxiety and love, and watching love win every time. Whatever is in his nature to make him anxious, whatever it is he worries about, it all fades when I kneel down to pet him. It is the only time he is ever still, and the stillness is profound. He sits on his haunches with his eyes half-lidded, his face an expression of complete happiness as I fondle his ears and run my fingers through the thick fur of his neck and shoulders. Then as I scoot closer, he deepens the connection between us, stepping forward, lowering his head, and pressing his forehead into my chest hard enough to rock me back.

 

And there he remains, still but for the slow sway of his tail, pressed against me in this canine snuggle. I wrap my arms around his accepting shoulders and resting my face in the long fur of his neck, breathing in his warmth, soaking in the love he makes it his business to deliver, unconditionally and against all obstacles.

Lauren and Foxy going for a morning walk

Lauren and Foxy going for a morning walk

 

 

We will be doing a YOGA RETREAT again with instructor Laura Haack  the first weekend in October.  Women who have attended the ones we have already done have loved it.  Yoga is at Petrell Hall and in addition to the great food, Pam Thompson will be doing an herb session.  More on the web site.

 

I had the privilege to go the Sigurd Olson’s Listening Point in Ely with Craig and David.  As CJ said, it was like going to mecca.  This is where Sigurd would come to “listen” and contemplate his ideas about wilderness.  To stand at the same place he had, touched us all very deeply.  I am inspired to renew my acquaintance with his writings and thoughts.  From Open Horizons, he talks about having a sense of unlimited time and freedom and the feeling of space.  He talks of the value of his guiding days and when asked about why some stay in the bush, the  answer is the freedom to come and go, freedom of thought and action.  ” The bush (I think Brimson has similarities) is a complex of many joys- companionship on the trail, the thrills of exploration, the impact of silence, vastness, and infinity, the good feeling of doing something for its own sake without the spur of reward, the physical satisfaction of using bodies as they were meant to be used, and moving under one’s own power, the complete naturalness of living out of doors.”    How powerful and wonderful to read.   You can learn more at listeningpointfoundation.org.

 

Last month Lauren and I got to see some of the most amazing northern lights and it was her first time seeing them.  I was curious what she thought and she shared more of her good writing:

I never would have thought I would want to be awakened in the middle of the night by my boss knocking and calling my name at my door. But I barely even have time to be afraid, to wonder what’s going on, what’s wrong, before what she is saying registers. Northern lights, I realize she is calling. Come and see the northern lights. So I throw on a sweatshirt and a pair of rubber boots—the quickest shoes to tug on I can find—and head out into the yard, yawning.

 

I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting—I’ve only ever seen the northern lights in movies—but somehow the sky is something different entirely. The first shapes I see could almost be clouds by their color, a silvery white against a backdrop not black so much as grey, except that they are moving. I still haven’t found exactly the right word to describe the way the lights in the sky facing south moved. Ripple is close; ripple and snap, maybe, like a whip. It starts at one horizon of trees and wooshes across the sky to the other, one distinct motion at a time, yet an unending constant motion as well.

 

It is almost difficult to look away from this tantalizing display to take in any other part of the sky—it keeps me turning in constant, slow circles, neck craned. I think about lying down, but the grass is wet and cold, and I don’t want the distraction. The chilly air, on the other hand, isn’t a distraction so much as part of the show, crisp and fresh.

 

The lights are different looking toward the north. The lights there don’t move, at least not quickly, but form vertical streaks running like pillars out of the trees and far up into the sky. I know they must move, slowly, because every time I re-focus on that part of the sky, their positions have shifted slightly. But it’s not motion that makes these pillars fascinating like it is with the broad whips in the southern sky—it’s their apparent enormity. Northern lights are caused by charged particles from the sun colliding with particles in the Earth’s atmosphere, so how many particles is that? How long is that light, which from here appears to stretch from the horizon to the zenith of the sky?

 

I’m not really sure how long we stood out there, turning our slow circles with our eyes on the sky. I stay and watch the lights even as they fade, the long streaks undulating a while longer as they slowly get fainter, happily ignoring the growing crick in my neck, loathe to go inside yet for fear of missing part of the show.

Thanks Lauren!

Our friends from Lawrence KS (and Ohio) were here for the blue moon and that seemed to put a beautiful glow on their visit.  We had great paddles on Salo, Petrell Creek and a day in Ely, paddling with the loons and wind, visiting the Bear Center, eating on the lake deck, hiking and the K Falls.  Thanks for joining us in the Northwoods.

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We have kayak weekends through September and there are still openings on a number of them.  Check the kayaking page for dates.

 

And I am getting inquiries for groups for dogsledding this winter.  If you would like to have 6-8 for your own weekend, check the dates available on the Dogsledding Trips page and let me know if you have any questions.

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