Crazy for the Loons

loon and baby
Loon and baby

For several summers I was able to live, with my daughters and my lover and his daughter, in a simple but comfortable cabin on a small lake in Maine.  The scenery was definitely like the movie, “On Golden Pond,” although this lake was called Georges Pond. 

I am very grateful to my lover at the time, Marvin Ellison, for those summers, as well as for the more than six years we spent together, and for his continuing friendship.

The memory of the loons on Georges Pond can still bring me to tears. I can see them gliding silently across the water, and then diving only to reappear hundreds of yards away. Most of all I hear their haunting call.

The expression, “crazy like a loon,” comes from the antics they use if they think predators are getting too close. They fiercely protect their young. Loons are among the oldest creatures still in existence, and they evoke deep spiritual connection for me.

That is why it means so much to me that my youngest daughter, Robin, sent me a Father’s Day card with loons on the front. She too remembers the loons, and the wonderful time we shared with them.

The really important things don’t die.

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Robin Hawley Gorsline

Robin is a poet (claiming this later in life) and Queer Theologian--reflecting a soul of hope and faith and joy and justice/shalom. He is happily married to Dr. Jonathan Lebolt (20 years and counting), the proud parent of three glorious daughters (and grateful to two wonderful sons-in- law and a new one soon!), and the very proud "Papa" to Juna (6) and Annie (3).

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