Fall at the Beaver Lodge

In the fall beavers are working tirelessly to cut down enough trees to store in their food cache outside of their lodge to provision themselves through the long cold winter. Indeed, beaver lodges are something to behold – to think a beaver can construct such a house out of mud and sticks. I love visiting these places when the grasses turn a dark yellow hue and the maples light up with a vibrant red. This particular lodge was captivating as it was at the base of a majestic white pine standing tall among the northern forests. The day was calm and the rush of duck wings could be heard above as they headed south after a long summer in the north. Leaves softly dripped down and came to rest on the glassy waters below. Though it was fall the air had a deep warmth to it, a warmth that soaks into your bones and soul, and fills you with a subtle joy. It was a beautiful place to rest a while and admire all the wonder in the natural world.

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The Eagle and the Hawk

“I am the eagle, I live in high country in rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky.
I am the hawk, and there’s blood on my feathers.
But time is still turning, they soon will be dry.
And all those who see me, and all who believe in me
share in the freedom I feel when I fly.

Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops.
Sail o’er the canyons and up to the stars.
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
and all that we can be, and not what we are.”

-John Denver, The Eagle and the Hawk

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