Take it With You
Though the days are shorter, the quality of weather this week has made for some glorious outside time. The house
communicating with animals
Responsibility
In my quest for greater self kindness, I have cogged onto this: I drag out the mantle of responsibility way
Disruption Teaches
I won’t write about Annie every single day, but I will write about her today. That little pup has been
The Barn
I live in two places — the house and then also the barn. The rhythm of any given day is
The Heron
That big blue heron sitting high in my backyard tree is the protagonist in today’s view on kindness. We live
Tree Frog
The tractor doesn’t get put into work every day. It depends on the weather and the season, but usually every
Neediness
There are just two of us here, Gordy and me, but we share our life with nine dogs, eight horses,
Finding Jubilee
Three months, give or take. I am, in a distance measured by time, three months down the road from the diagnosis and surgery
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.
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.
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
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
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