The sun was still brilliant in the sky as we winged our way over the water this evening. Below, the shores of Lake Superior beconed, calling to us as if there were a homing beacon guiding us home. It's been quite awhile since this soul has seen this part of the country, but some of the sights are still the same.
Not far off the western shore of Superior is Silver Islet, once the place of a rich silver deposit. Legend has it that a giant, who guards the island and its treasures now sleeps within its shadow. This slumbering giant is visible from the air, and from the roadways that lead to the city once known as Port Arthur and Fort William.
For the next few days, this will be our home. Here we will exchange stories (beginning with some hours of friendship shared around a table in the fading light of this day), ponderings and wonderings. We will work hard, but we will also find time to recognize the blessings unveiled in our midst. This latter task takes special eyes, attuned to the presence of the Sacred in our midst, and ears willing to listen in the midst of silence where words are exchanged with the soul.
We are here for a reason ... which I'm sure will be made clearer with time.
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