I am a gift, not a given.You are a gift, not a given.He/she is a gift, not a given We are gifts, not givens.You (pl) are gifts, not givens.They are gifts, not givens. A little grammar refresher along with some … Continue reading
Your perception of me is a reflection of you; my reaction to you is an awareness of me. If you believe, as I do, that our actions or reactions evolve in our homes, in our daily lives, and in our hearts where … Continue reading
The most thoughtful gift, being present.The most impactful habit, small, dedicated and meaningful.Drawing boundaries, a must.Finding peace, amen.Creating from within, life changing (just ask speckled feather friend here.)Your arrival, awaiting.
I’ve learned a notable amount of the ABC’s of the heart here and the code of living in the moment as these creatures do readily and for the highest outcome of pure truth—the supreme gospel of all the majesties of … Continue reading
I mean come on look at that face! Everyone adores Emerson; I suppose being the one and only cow on board makes him all the more special. It’s a fairly romantic setting and Emerson is the prince that all lasses … Continue reading
Peace from mind,extricating the design of the past.I’m in my heart,bridging the gaps of present conditions.Clearing disturbances to reconnect with the diamond sun,to create something beyond,to see a better for all. Pleading the muffles to boom and clatter and for … Continue reading
Tucked away.Range and farm living, I’m bringing it back.In terracotta pots along the edge of the nest attentivelythroughout the spaces we dwell, quaint notes of love.Abundance through stillness and homestead routines.In the presence of doubt, eclipse forever moreIn the dignity … Continue reading
Getting our rhythm on over here,under the ever present.Flowing with the great fallsburned by the fire of loveyet the underlying current, pulsingsorting things out againsome call it “The Way”I call it rising like a riverI’ll explain more in my dreams.
It’s going to take beaucoup amounts of daydreaming, for we are not the ensuing thought. We are the field of awareness watching the thought arise and recede—a pendulum swinging raucously to the tune of anger or sweetly to a lullaby-like … Continue reading
The thing about a barnyard gal is even in the downtime, dignity is upheld and grandeur is manifesting. Must be something about endeavoring in silence in the early morning light breaking through roof rafters on a long-standing barn. That along … Continue reading
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