More Vet Stories
We scheduled Marco for a vet visit, the last one in our record week of vet visits. Marco is a
animal caretaking
Pet People
We have been frequent fliers at the small animal vet this week; seriously Platinum Level. By the end of tomorrow,
Holding Space
Mornings start at the barn. The big horses have been out in the pasture for the night and the little
Neediness
There are just two of us here, Gordy and me, but we share our life with nine dogs, eight horses,
Feeling For
I know what is hard about this. I know what is hard about losing an animal. Ask me about Andante.
Making Change
Sometimes, change happens with such a slothful lack of urgency that it twists me in knots of pent-up energy for
Caretaking Hope
I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t want to take that daily little pill to help my body
Bonded Pairs
I wanted to write about something else, something that had been cooking on my mind’s back burner for the better
Keeper of the Flame
I am sitting upright now, a thing I haven’t been doing much of these last few days. Surgery on Tuesday went
Telling Stories: At the Fence
I have been writing stories; full-on efforts to plunge my heart down deep into the flow of what goes on between and
Normal Days
I have only lost “normal” to the extent that I thought that I “had” normal in the first place. I do not want my past life back. I do not want it, because it is not mine to have. I want the life I have now, this present moment.
A Herd and a Pack
Our horses live together as a herd. Now, that may seem like an obvious thing for a horse, but you would be
Three Old Ladies
Three old ladies live in this house. Two of them are dogs. If you quickly concluded that I am the third
Attractive Nuisance
I used to be a lawyer. Truth. I’m not anymore, but I figure having once done the whole law school
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.
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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