The spring has been slow coming this year following a brutal winter. Like never before I long for a bit of time up north this summer and the call of the Loon and all that goes with it. Here is a note I posted in 2007:
Holly is in the Northwoods leading a Journey to the Heart and living for the week on Duck Point. She called to tell me that she had heard the loons. From what she described she must have heard male and female loons.
“It is my fervent hope that a time will never come when storytellers will say, “Once upon a time there was a bird called a loon – ..” but that grandparents will always be able to take their grandchildren to northern lakes and listen together to that most haunting of boreal wilderness sounds, the call of the loon.” (Judith McIntyre)
So true…and for a Minnesota boy, that wild cry touches a part of you deep inside. It reminds you of days with your dad spent miles from civilization deep in the Boundary Waters. There’s something to be said for the freedom felt of being so utterly dettached from the pressing scramble of post-modern American life. Just you, the perfect blue sky, rthe pure water, the wind, and the sweet whisper of the giant pines. God was very good to let us have all this.
Well-written, Josiah. Thanks for the comment. When are we going to see you in these parts.
Pretty soon I hope…last day of this job tomorrow, I will probably move back to Minnesota early next week. If you think of it I would be grateful for your prayers that I would pass the tests with faith as I head back. I believe God is doing good things and trust that He goes before me, but it is scary because if things don’t go “well” I end up looking like the big idiot. But whatever the case I want God’s way to be manifest in my life.