Monthly Archives: February 2013

Porcupine Discovery

North American Porcupine

North American Porcupine

I was face-to-face with a porcupine that lay so still in the crook of some pine branches that I wondered if it was dead.  Thrilled to see wildlife, I was also startled and scrambled back down the tree as fast as I could go.

I didn’t know porcupines could be that big and I didn’t even know they climbed trees!  Maybe it looked so big because each one has about 30,000 quills.  And maybe it was sleeping during the day because porcupines are nocturnal.  They climb trees with their long claws, eat pine needles, and then, apparently, take a nap.

I was nine and I’d crossed the road from our northern Minnesota house to sit in my favorite spot by Goose Lake.  The prickly rodent must have liked it, too, perched in the tree with an excellent view of the water.  If I’d known more about it’s kind, I would have had the confidence to climb back up the tree and take a second look.

Jamie Sams (Medicine Cards, p. 85) says, “Porcupine is a gentle, loving creature, and non-aggressive.  When fear is not present, it is possible to feed a Porcupine by hand and never get stuck by its quills.”  Searching on Word Press, I, indeed, saw a porcupine named Thistle fed by hand.  (The video has had millions of hits, because it is pretty darn adorable.  Plus, the critter has hiccups.)  Thistle could be an ambassador for what Sams calls its special medicine: “the power of faith and trust.”  This tells me I have some things to learn from these prickly critters.

I just hope we don’t run into one with our dogs.

Quills in a dog.

Quills in a dog.

Quills ready for defense.

Quills ready for defense.

Skiing in Beauty

Cross-country skiing in Marquette County

Cross-country skiing in Marquette County

It was a good day to be out skiing.  Imagine yourself so small you could play on a cottonball.  That’s what the snow was like in central Wisconsin last weekend.  Not the best conditions for speed-gliding, but perfect for playing in a cushy wonderland of fluff.

Access to the trail near our cabin was through the snow-draped limbs of White Pines–their needles soft, too, as I brushed by them and entered their domain.  A hush lay all around me.  All I had to do was slide along on my skis and look around.  I saw tracks of deer and rabbits.  The sky was blue and frost sparkled and everything was fresh.  With every little breeze, snow from the branches above sifted down on me and I was refreshed.

The magic of the winter woods put me in mind of the Navajo prayer, asking “in harmony may I walk”:

With beauty before me may I walk.

With beauty behind me may I walk.

With beauty below me may I walk.

With beauty above me may I walk.

With beauty all around me may I walk.

I am restored in beauty.