Today I walked across a frozen, snow-dusted river. The St Croix River, here near Bayport where our lovely friends Jon and Steph Reid live just a while away from the Twin Cities. It's a wide, wide river. Scratching back inches of snow, we found the ice - almost black seeming with the cold water underneath. I would have thought I'd feel fear, but I didn't. I guess that is a good metaphor for my whole journey here - anticpating terror, but feeling so many other things instead. Joy, beauty, aloneness and some sadness. I can't tell you how much I find myself constantly amazed on this trip. Just when I think my experience cannot be expanded any further, something pushes me beyond the boundaries of what I know or expect. I guess that's wonder - a
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