“I thrust my hands into the cool rich soil, the moss like fur between cracks of the bricks I want to roll like a big dog and shake free.” — Marge Piercy, “Shad blow” I think “Shad blow” is my favorite Marge Piercy poem that I’ve read so far. It’s about the season of Spring…
I cannot know what this time, this circumstance, a loss, a gain is going to mean to the entirety of my life. Why do I waste so much time resisting my circumstances instead of looking with eyes that see neither negative or positive but just go ahead and live each moment as though it is…
“Abracadabra and fiddle-dee-dee. My ego is outraged to see the new me… Abracadabra and body-ho-ho, my former neuroses, where did they go?” – Marianne Williamson, Everyday Grace During this rather drab, up-and-down temperature, little but snow-dust winter, I’m grateful I have a horse and dogs to get me outside. If I didn’t, I think I’d hibernate…
I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious. — Albert Einstein The big news of last week was that one of the chickens produced an egg! Ta Da! There’s been three eggs in total so far. One was so small it could have been a robin’s egg. And there was another big event! I’d given…
“Drums keep pounding rhythms to the brain. La de da de de. La de da de da.” Yeah, my brain is a bit fried with heat. Even though the temperatures have not been quite as insane the last couple days, it’s still been hot and humid. Add to that the lack of a good breeze…
“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…
