Old Magic —-Tuesday, December 12, 2018

What is Old Magic, someone might ask

To me, it is the song of the Earth—-the song the Earth always sings every moment of each and every second of our lives…the Song of Beginning

The song of NEW, the song of Pure and total Joy!

It’s a Bold song, truly!

But one that all animals living on the earth can feel.

Even us…if we care to listen.

It’s always present, sweet, undulating


An echo of a continuing prayer

Everything is all part of that space between breaths—which make up this lifetime I call Gathering.

From my world to your heart,








Our Earth is Very Old—-Monday, December 17, 2018


Our earth is very old, but to me, it doesn’t seem so.  There are so many, many things of wonder I stand in awe every day.

For one thing…the Red-Winged Blackbirds didn’t leave this year.  Why I don’t know. But their joyful songs make every day of winter a miracle unfolding.

Even the wind touching on the land, in the bare trees, and blowing cold upon our faces is a remembrance of how old and marvelous this ancient earth really is

The feel of the wind is a reminder of all the places the wind has been…all we have to do is listen

And within the wind, if you stop and ‘feel’ (don’t concentrate.)

You can hear the Angels breathing

From my world to your heart,



I Love Watching Shadows—-Sunday, December 16, 2018

From my office window upstairs I can see the shadows as they change, develop, and disappear daily

They grow long, shrink short,

Compress together until many shadows become one

The sunlight moves upon the land making all the shadows

Ripple and move like silk

Until the land is deep into the dark

But the full sun also forms magic shadows

Shadows all brought to us by that exquisite sky

From my world to your heart,



Watching the Sky, Listening to the Wind—-Thursday, December 13, 2018

The sky was full of warning…or at least full of the promise of snow

Gusts of wind plummeted clouds here and there and all around us

Then around three-thirty in the afternoon

Rare flakes started falling here

The sky quickly darkened

And the ground slightly filled with fun little flakes of wonder

It wasn’t a lot, but it was nice.

Then a wee rain came, turning all to ice

But who am I to argue with the weather Gods…

It’s still white, it’s still moisture and the mountains are shining brightly today with even more snow!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


Dancing in the Crisp Light — Wednesday, December 12, 2018

I tried my hand at photographing birds again.

It’s actually rather hard….at least for me

They skitter away in a flurry of wings at the slightest sound

Silently streaking off into the sky, safe from me and my camera

I have many shots of their backs as they swirl quickly away from me

Or I get their portrait through very dirty upstairs windows 🙂

The air is alive with singing

In a tiny shard of time

A hawk flew by looking for supper.  He is that weird shape next to the building.

From my world to your heart,







Lessons Learned from Our Cat—-Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Mindy Min-Min Lou is/was a feral cat

Who arrived at our house one day determined to live with us.

At that point, she was around five years old.

When she arrived she had a split lip, which had to have hurt terribly when she got it.

She survived and continued to hunt.

But she is very, very, extremely watchful over big birds and dark flying shadows in the sky

As for the Lessons Learned from this cat:

  • Fix what you can and move on
  • Your life is your choice
  • Canned cat food is NOT as good a mouse…just say’n
  • Being impulsive is never a good idea
  • Beagles make good friends…well, at least one beagle does
  • Nothing.  NOTHING! Beats a nap in the house!

From my heart to your world,




Small Bits of Happy are the Lubricant of Each Day —-Monday, December 10, 2018

Terry and took a wee ride about the farm, just for the fun of riding.

Our neighbors to the west of us also have their cattle grazing on last year’s stubble. Their bull watched very carefully everything we were doing.

They already have sweet little babies on the ground

Tiny little bits of happiness!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,






Finding Wings—-Sunday, December 8, 2018

While I was out collecting the firewood for the evening, I decided to take a walk first

Since the evening was coming on fast; long shadows stretching across the farm road

I knew if I were going to find things of interest I needed to be about it

The wind was rather sharp, but not strong or cutting, just brisk with a chill to it.

The sky was beautiful

Making my walk even more special

The colors swirling around me

On the way back to the farmyard, the woodpile and the warmth of the house…I saw a glittering little heart-shaped rock.

Giving joy to my soul and wings to the essence of myself!

From my world to your heart,



THEY HAVE ARRIVED!—-Thursday, December 6, 2018

Late afternoon, as the sun was sinking over the rim of the Uncompahgre Plateau

The cows arrived!

OH! JOY of MY HEART! ´*¨`*• ♡¸.• •❥

┊  ┊  ☆

┊  ★

Onto the dry brown alfalfa, golden corn stalks and rustling dead weeds scattering everywhere ran the cows.  (And I do mean RAN)

The Rancher and his crew shut the gates and drove off.

By morning the farm was alive with COWS!

♬♬♬ °❤❤⊱彡 °❤❤⊱彡~♥~ ♬♬♬

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,



Warmth Waiting to Happen—-Wednesday, December 5, 2018

We got the call from the rancher the cows would come in today.  Off Terry and I went to check all the fences one last time, check the fence around the other house, and the electric fence at the horse corral.  After a wind sometimes big weeds get into the electric fences and cause them to short out.

It’s been a spell ( a whole year) since these cows have been here; they will be wound up and very excited searching out their new pastures…

Having the cows run through a non-working electric fence would NOT be a good thing.

After lunch, we warmed ourselves up

Splitting some firewood for the house…warmth in splitting the wood; warmth in the fireplace.

Then, as the long dark shadows started showing in the sky we headed in…satisfied everything was good to go for the house, the cows, and the farm.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,