Notes
Today is May 10th, the sun’s rays are slicing through the curtains, the birch trees are budding, and our 41 Alaskan malamutes are howling the most harmonious and heartfelt song you’ve ever heard. It’s hard to believe that 20 days ago, we were breaking trail in a land that knows no cars, white noises, radios blaring, and emails, which by the way, I have 26,952 unread emails! (I do not intend to go through them, so if you’ve emailed, please try again.)
Every spring, I have a tough time adjusting to our ever-growing technological society driven by money and fame. I haven’t seen any people for several months, swiped my card at the self-checkout in a store, or said hello to strangers there. I had lived in a world of total silence, except for the dogs’ music and melodies that they sang to the heavens daily and night, and an occasional wind that rustled the willows along the frozen rivers…