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Ely, Minnesota - I woke up this morning, pried myself out from under a pile of quilts and blankets, looked out the window of my newly adopted home in the frigid Northland … and then started jumping around like a six-year old. SNOW! Four fresh and fluffy inches- sun bouncing across the crystal white carpet. Gorgeous. A cosmic welcome mat. This is a good sign. This will be my home for the next couple of months, as I dig into my books and thoughts and maybe come up with a plan for what’s next. I’ve already started digging. Some of the fruit of this labor will find its way onto these pages over the course of the next weeks (although I don’t have internet at the house).
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This is one of the gifts. This is how it works. I had been feeling the need for a place to get away and concentrate on reading and writing, to process all that I have gathered in my travels and searches, and through this process, hopefully, to conjure up some sense of where my life can best be applied. (See Blessed Unrest) But I was stumped as to where I could do this. I was looking for solitude, for very few distractions. Preferably in or near the woods. I was also hankering for winter, as I haven’t had a decent one in several years. And then, out of the blue, my cousin calls me and asks me if I know anyone who wants watch over his friend’s home in Ely for a few months. Ding!
And now, here I am. “Let it Snow” is playing on the speakers at this very moment as I sit near the fire at the Front Porch coffee shop in Ely. The forecast does indeed call for more snow, possibly six more inches tonight. I just picked up a map of the local ski trails…
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