Though the days are shorter, the quality of weather this week has made for some glorious outside time. The house
I wanted to write about something else, something that had been cooking on my mind’s back burner for the better
Our horses live together as a herd. Now, that may seem like an obvious thing for a horse, but you would be
I used to be a lawyer. Truth. I’m not anymore, but I figure having once done the whole law school
About life, death and healing.
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.
I am an interpreter of a language of small things. There are some days when this is mostly all of