The girls brought Willa home from the Fiber Festival. She was made by a wonderful friend and artist. Handmade dolls carry so much life with them.
I spent an hour this morning photographing my good friend doing bodywork on a horse. Horse Shiatsu. It was beautiful to witness. I love how being the photographer gave me a special “license” to be in the space and pay close attention to the whole process. The barn was quiet with the sound of shuffling animal hooves and sweet smell of hay. Light filtering in through the open door illuminated Truman’s mane and whiskers, and every so often he would move towards me to say hello before relaxing back into his horse massage.
Our dear neighbor Mike took us on an adventure to North Manitou Island, and it felt like traveling to another world. The Island is so close (we look out at it every time we go to the beach) yet so far away (accessible only to overnight campers by ferry or by private boat). North Manitou is part of the Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore and therefore undeveloped except for what remains of a village from over 50 years ago. Visiting was like being transported back in time. And the rock hunting was amazing! We spent hours on the island and when we got back on the boat it felt like hardly any time had passed at all.
I returned home so rejuvenated in body and soul: so humbled and awed by vast Lake Michigan and this incredibly beautiful land.
I’m feeling nostolgic about how I used to communicate with far-away friends.
Also, I’m dreaming about writing a book based on correspondence. Letters. But would people actually be interested in reading letters written back and forth from two homeschooling mothers twenty years apart in age . . . ?