THE JOURNEY (Mary’s Blog)

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THE JOURNEY (Mary’s Blog)

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A BENCH AND A TREE

The Journey

Welcome to The Journey, a space where Mary McKSchmidt shares stories, reflections, and insights. Here, she invites you to walk alongside her as she explores life, the beauty of nature, and the bonds that connect us all. Your thoughts, experiences, and comments are always welcome—let’s embark on this journey to care for our home, each other, ourselves—together.

Book cover for People of the Dune superimposed over a Lake Michigan dune

People of the Dune

In addition to sharing my own art, this year I am reintroducing interviews with Great Lakes artists who focus on nature—its beauty, its fragility, its essential value to all life on this planet.  My first interview of 2025 is with legendary environmental...

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Game Day

Influenced by the nickel bets Mother, Rubin and I have been placing on the scores of NCAA playoff football games, several weeks ago Mother and I began singing “Take Me Out to the Ball Game.” (football . . . baseball . . . no matter) The song was created in 1908,...

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One Sentence to Change the World 

When I thought about how I might describe myself on my new website, I realized I am about the many people throughout my seventy-two years who have given me the confidence to venture into the unfamiliar landscapes of life. Often without saying a word, they...

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Onward

Following November’s election, it was tempting to tuck myself into a cocoon of comfortable retirement—after all, I am in my 70s. But I cannot find peace in that decision. God gifted me the ability to think, to write, to observe and photograph the beauty of this...

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So That I Might Not Worry

 for Mother ​She agreed to move to respite carewith its unfamiliar view and borrowed chairsso that I might not worry while on vacation. At ninety-seven, she did notwant to leave her home of nine-plus years, her independence, her schedule, her...

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The Agony of the Decision

Sleeping Bear (the small perched dune atop the cliff of moraine) with the Manitou Islands in the distance “Put Your Oxygen Mask on First"like Mother Bearwith her two cubsfleeing the ragingfires of Wisconsinand forging the watersof Lake Michiganone hundred...

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After the Election

plodding along the streethead downafraid of fallingheel to toe heel to toein the early frostof autumncoldsadscaredheel to toeheel to toeYou take my handand I look upas dawn’s lightlavishes the earthwith exuberanceheel to toeheel to toeI will not fallheel to toeheel...

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Why Vacations Matter

As we motor-sail through the Manitou PassageI lean into distant memories of forget-me-nots populating Pyramid Pointthe red trillium peeking through shadows on South Manitou Islandthe surprise snow blanketingthe dunes of Sleeping Bearand add the pink rainbow of...

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Without Consent

He erasedthe smileshe used to weareverywhereand now, guarded,gifts onlyto the robinawakening with songat daybreak. “I’m automatically attracted to beautiful women,” Donald Trump said in a 2005 conversation caught on a hot mic. “I just start kissing them, it’s like...

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Gravity

"Seek first to understand," Stephen Covey wrote in The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. It sounds so easy but can be so difficult! ​A good air day is a breeze of 10-12 knots off the beam butit is also when the breath of angels  provides insight into the...

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Something in Her Eyes

Perhaps she was exhausted in a good way,grateful for the once-familiar chaos of family,the slamming of screen doors, clanking of dishes, continuous squeak of the refrigerator door, boisterous voices around the table.Perhaps she was determined to catch her...

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And I Lugged a Wheelchair

The first time Mother and I saw the windmill turn its blades was when her twin flew from Albuquerque to Holland to celebrate their 90th birthday. The second time was nearly eight years later, her first day home in two months. Thursday, she walked to her bench at...

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