Well, I have been away for a while as you can see from the posting status, not a very committed blogger but
definitely working on it. I spent the Memorial Day back in
the Midwest where Memorial day is still one of the most important holidays celebrated in the heartland. I
grew up in the
Midwest and I go back every Memorial Day to help my Ma' open her lake house up for the summer. The house is about two hours north of
Green Bay, yes it is in the heart of packer country
and if you are not wearing a cheese head, well you better be riding a
harley davidson flying Old glory at the tail of your bike.
Returning to the heartland of
America reminded me of many simple pleasures from my childhood. My love and passion for the
outdoors was born in the
North woods in a
Winslow Homer kind of way. I grew
up spending summers at a place with no t.v. and the endless expanse of the
Nicolet National Forest in my backyard. as a boy this would be the staging ground for many one day adventures in the woods exploring, and looking for a place to build our next hideout. As I visited these deep
deciduous hardwood forests and waded in the
tanic tea brown water of the thunder river, I was reminded of the wonderfully simple existence one can have convening with mother nature.
I spent the weekend doing the same chores our family has
ritualistically conducted for generation in getting the old lake house open and debugged for summer. Here I seek solace, retreat and that incredible kinship I feel to the land. Like a Salmon returning home season after season, I stop and reflect how wonderful to have sense of place in an escape that provides incredible tranquillity in a mad and chaotic world.
If you have not gone out into the woods and just stopped and set on a rock to listen, a great world of peace abounds. Stop what you are doing and go outside.