As we unpack from our lake trip and settle into the familiar rhythms of the farm, I think about the end of Longfellow’s “Song of Hiawatha”, he writes,
Thus departed Hiawatha,
Hiawatha the Beloved,
In the glory of the sunset,.
In the purple mists of evening,
To the regions of the home-wind,
Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin
I contemplate the concept of the home-wind, an invisible force returning me to my center, an element of nature bringing me back to a place of grounding within myself and in this particular place, my home at Keewaydin.



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