She looks spritely doesn’t she as summer filters through the pollen dusted windows? It’s a tricky thing, to have your kitchen positioned in blunt view, or perhaps a forthright spurring is just what’s required. Pulling up even in a vehicle, … 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.
All things glorious, our mid-summer groovein clenched fists, looped ropetrailing behind, sauntering coltsupdrift from hoofs, dustcaught in dancing cilia of tiny nostrils, dirta dash into a reprieve from the mid-afternoon sun and not short on words, camp girls in search … Continue reading
Even the wind’s whistling halts in mid-air to take heed of the sky beams magnetically drawn to you.Piercing through the hushing air like a monofilament, you remain still.Your arrival inescapable,your unfolding heart everlasting.It’s been a strange, sticky summerit took your … Continue reading
Taking a few steps back after a couple hours enveloped in silky waters, I stopped to breathe this in. For a moment I wondered if I swam to the other side of the world, for this ain’t the world I … Continue reading
Among all the wild,willing, able and accepting to feel bursting sentience.Each day, each moment in solace of a rolling wave elapsing,I enter into a realm so sweetly serene.Water expanding, weighed and seamless into the idyllic existence on some far-off shoreas … Continue reading
All the grit,all the determinationmakes for an entertaining show.and for a heart’s glow,and to knowthe experience is all we carry with us into the infinite.everything else remains dust in the wind. “I close my eyes, only for a moment, and … Continue reading
You, my wild child of the universe,I will for always shield your heart from dictations of a detached gospel.For you arrived to show us what is beyond our dream spell.Enlivened by the once-in-a-galaxy challenge,your sparkle is but the kindle for … Continue reading
These foals are thriving, and the herd is expanding, it feels like peak conditions out here on the ranch. Colts and fillies are being birthed and more in the making…can’t keep up with naming these stunning creatures. Fifteen hours of … Continue reading
As a young country we have a bit to learn about being meek or what the Greeks called praios or praus. Far from the English term meek which lacks the blend of gentleness and strength, but rather praus refers to … Continue reading
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