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
“Damis, you’re on a horse today.” What a commendable day it would be if my ears heard that statement from the captain. I wonder if these fine gentlemen feel the same about their assignment of the day. Nonetheless even from … 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
And suddenly the half-noticed side table felt different. Speckled with aromatic fringe petals, atop a fresh coat of sophisticated color. Yes, it became more intriguing under a thickening canopy, immersed in beams and delicate scent swelling. More complete. More pixie … 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
The healing of the land and the purification of the human spirit is the same process. – The One-Straw Revolution @farmersfootprint
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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