Wood Chips
From the shores of Lake Superior (The Third Coast)
Spring comes late and slow in the Northern Great Lakes Basin. A significant number of folks living here, who have resources and time, look forward to regularly traveling, during this time of the year, to Florida or Arizona to capture days of sunshine and a taste of early summer.
For those who remain, most of us are daily fixated on weather reports, patiently cherishing each degree of warmth and forest greening. A retired Episcopal Bishop, who once served the Diocese of Northern Michigan, upon his retirement to the Southwest, reminded colleagues there with a smile, “You will never fully know what Easter and the Resurrection means, until you live for a few long winters, waiting for spring on the shores of Lake Superior.”
There’s a kind of encouraging strength found in holding on to signs of hope during these haunting times of Covid-19. As for myself, I’m taking comfort, perhaps you can too, in a few beautifully crafted words of C.S. Lewis. He wrote this verse as part of his classic children’s tale “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.” Choose a tune. Hum along to a poetic promise.
“Wrongs will be right, when Aslan comes in sight.
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more.
When he bares his teeth, and shakes his mane…
Spring will come again!”
Jon
The Cedar Tree Institute
“Wood Chips” is a series of brief reflections written by Jon Magnuson, Director of the Cedar Tree Institute.
