On The Other Side
The smell of fresh wood, the sound of hammering and men working will dominate our memories of this, our first year in the place we are working to call home.
Petit Filou: 04/04/86 – 10/12/2015
It is a most perfect fall day; blue sky and lovely sun, everything so fresh. My buddy is gone. We
Shape Shifting
Today is Gordy, Sr.’s birthday and last week was my Dad’s. I don’t know the proper etiquette for acknowledging the birthday of
The Place We Call … Farm
The farm, our farm, IS a lot of work; it is also a great source of joy and personal satisfaction. It’s not just the big picture of it, but the little scenes that make my heart sing. A hundred times a day these things catch me – – first my eye, then my heart. I am swept up in the beauty of it, the intimate moments that arise because we are woven together, both two-legged and four-legged, in a web of caretaking and daily living. Someone is always eager to share those moments with me.
Good, Good People
I love social media, but I don’t always know how to navigate it. Earlier this week I posted about Lisa at Toby’s Legacy Equine Rescue. Lisa had a rough week, a really crappy week actually, trying to absorb the impact of a truly devastating event. .I asked folks to show her some loving kindness because of the good person she is and the good work she does. Here is a link to the post on the Rescue’s site where a whole lot of that loving kindness went down. I wanted to share this because it made me feel good, I hope it made Lisa feel better, and maybe it will give you a bit of a lift as well. Just read the comments. Thank you Lisa. The past few days have been a struggle trying to make sense of things, trying to keep on as life… Posted by Toby’s Legacy Equine Rescue, Inc.on Wednesday, September 23, 2015
The Place in Your Heart
I have a friend whom I’ve never met. Her name is Lisa, like mine, and she runs Toby’s Legacy Equine
Something About Molly – A Story in (Mostly) Pictures
There is truly something special about Molly. That is the best explanation I have for why hordes of exuberantly sympathetic folks from all sorts
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Big Sigh
Ask me how the house renovation is going. Go ahead. Ask me. Ask me about how … somehow .. I
That Mother
I hate being called out. Gordy actually knows this about me and, while that knowledge doesn’t stop him from doing it,
Iron Dog
I joined a writers group. I am not entirely certain about this. It is a difficult thing figuring out the
Close Quarters
I am so grateful for the barn. I cannot think of a better way to start this story of our
A Little Bit Afraid
Molly is a little bit afraid of the thunder. I know this because a storm scuttles in the distance causing
To an Incomprehensible Act, With Gratitude
I don’t know you and, your god willing, you will never know me. Twelve years ago you brought a pup
The Language of Small Things
I am an interpreter of a language of small things. There are some days when this is mostly all of
The Awkwardness of What Matters
We are home. We have mostly worked through the inevitable fatigue and mental distortion of criss-crossing the planet and today we are
Journeys
We are less than a week away from leaving on what will be the first big trip we have taken
Open to the Possibilities
Daya comes from a farm about half a mile or so away from us. Of course, we didn’t know that
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