Traveling Through Resistance
Lean into a gathering
And binds me to a day I’ll remember
Last Saturday morning, it was too cold to horseback ride but I wanted to give Luke a chance to walk on something besides the hard packed ice and snow in the paddock. So lead line in hand, I took my horse for a stroll behind the barn and out on the paths that wind through the woods.
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do. continued on Vision and Verb…
Still on the mend – coughing a lot, sleeping little, and totally out of gas. Speaking of gas, how about those prices? And if you need diesel (for the truck) and Premium (for the Mini), it’s really a killer. My raise this year is definitely not going to keep up with increases in gas, coffee…
My thoughts are like geese, rising up to form a solid V, while one or two stray off honking madly for the others to follow. Ideas come to me hot and heavy, flamed with enthusiasm and hot air. Like paper, they quickly turn to nothing but ash, blowing aimlessly upward. Over and over I start,…
“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” — C.S. Lewis Luke and I haven’t yet been on a trail ride this year — I’ve simply been too busy. But my friend Cheryle and I took a short jaunt through…
Rejoice Whatever remembrance These days bring Resurrection Freedom Rebirth New life I have found Peace and smiles In giving thanks For blessings And struggles That come in waves gentle and wild Neither labeling good or bad Simply Interesting
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Beautiful, Maery! I love how red Luke is. Nothing like hugging your horse when they have that soft winter coat.
Fantastic shots and text! Wow!
Beautiful!