“Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest THY FLOCK to rest at noon?” “Behold, thou ART fair, my love; behold, thou ART fair; thou HAST doves’ eyes.” “He brought me to the banqueting … Continue reading
Gearing up toward Game Day, one day and counting and this space will come to life after a long hibernation. Getting the drop on with our strut, then it’s pass me the rock. Do you ever outgrow a satisfactory play … Continue reading
If you took heed, you could almost tell that for a little bit longer the daily movement of that rising star seemed to be still in the sky. This miraculous winged friend here decided to be just as still. Didn’t … Continue reading
Grasses are wind-pollinated; they need not place their energy into developing showy flowers to attract pollinators and yet they enticed us. The good seed, here playing in the wild patch determined to get into the arena even without a horse.
Expressing emotions while not disrupting the flow of our energy, every precious movement in celebrated flow consistently, assuredly and composedly…it’s a feat for sure. From the nadirs of our fountain of candor, it can’t be denied without a lesson, not … Continue reading
In the face of so much that needs shifting, the only side I’m picking is the one that faces the sun. You see it’s not about picking a side; it’s about shifting a state of frequency. Where are you shifting? … Continue reading
She displayed a spring in her step, followed by a few breaks to peck & take a look around, to sniff the scented afternoon air…scratching, digging rooting up the sod. How does it feel to roam and be free? The … Continue reading
A conundrum, it has always been.Off on the wrong foot,or the rug from under my feet did you tug when asked for my hand?A medley of both perhaps,I would wind up right side up, so I thoughtNever was I in … Continue reading
When a horse barn features an on-staff most loveable horse wrangler like Alex here, one develops a fondness for treasured time in her presence. Not a rough-hewn thing about her, but an unrelenting devotee to her fellow wranglers-in-the-making and her horses … Continue reading
Mysteries of the universe are mysteries because there isn’t knowledge recognizing, comprehending and identifying with it. There is nothing hidden, only hidden from those who can’t perceive it. As we come to comprehension of reality in splendid profusion, I grow … Continue reading
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