"There are times in life when recollections waft around you in the sound of the wind on a fall day... remember the autumns when you played outside for ages, in the cold stillness of Minnesota, when no one could hear you and you were wild, so you spoke to the wind. Grandiose imaginations floated about your elementary mind - love was not warm yet, just a forlorn thought - you were nine and felt like a pioneer traipsing through the dying corn fields, the lonely places - a handmade bow and arrow is your companion ... you remember that wind ... the wind reminds you of the lonely places and the secret language of stillness, but they're not as scary now that you know He is there and in the stillness you are His pupil. I like walks about the wilderness - as long as there are those to come back to and a constant connection in prayer - the lonely places become meeting places. Maybe we aren't as alone as we thought."
A train bridge on the St. Croix with friends this weekend...
photos by the stellar Andrew Anderson
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