I rode three horses yesterday and two today, plus mucking and mowing, and general take-care-of-the-farm work. A year ago, I
I couldn’t find this in my cancer tour guide book; the section on how to determine your cancer-free landmark. It is an important
A friend called me up today to see how I was doing in the aftermath of my bolt from
There is this thing I do with the horses. Most of the time, they roam as a herd sharing —
I wanted to write about something else, something that had been cooking on my mind’s back burner for the better
Reagan left. She was here for a week, shouldering by herself the big task of keeping me company in addition to completing
Three months, give or take. I am, in a distance measured by time, three months down the road from the diagnosis and surgery
I have been writing stories; full-on efforts to plunge my heart down deep into the flow of what goes on between and
I am learning to quilt. Well actually, until just this moment, I have been devoted to learning about quilting.
I started riding again, which is true if you think of riding in very loose terms. It wasn’t hard. It also was not
Our horses live together as a herd. Now, that may seem like an obvious thing for a horse, but you would be
That is the best feeling, truly, when a horse at complete liberty and with a thrumming desire to feed its belly, turns instead to you and says, hey, let’s hang out together for a bit. It is being chosen in a way that is exponentially more powerful than you would expect; enough to make up for all of the times you were ever not picked in life, even the ones you once though mattered. Especially those.
I used to be a lawyer. Truth. I’m not anymore, but I figure having once done the whole law school
I carry these memories close to my heart so that, if I manage to get too old to do anything but sit around and remember, I will be remembering these moments and I shall have a great, big smile on my face, maybe even tears.
About life, death and healing.
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 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 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
I hate being called out. Gordy actually knows this about me and, while that knowledge doesn’t stop him from doing it,
I joined a writers group. I am not entirely certain about this. It is a difficult thing figuring out the