They Have Sisu

The scene on the header leads your eye down the road  to my grandparent's homestead.  The butte in the horizon is Liisa Butte, just west of the homeplace.  Early springs found my grandma, aunts and mother taking me to find the first of the crocus on the northern side of the hill.  A little later, cousins faster, bigger, much braver and  advernturesome hunted rattlesnakes on it.    Thanks for the photo!

This is truely a thin place that Marcus Borg speaks of;  those places with a particular spirituality, where God is near,  the air is full of a poignant special scent, the Meadow Larks call, and your heart nearly bursts for the love of it all.