Where Do Childhood Dreams Go? —- Sunday, August 4, 2019

“Things you are passionate about are not Random They are your Calling.”—By Fabienne Fredrickson  

Sometimes I wonder.  Where do all those fantasies we dreamed of, as young children,  vanish too?

They seem to become lost somewhere between growing up and growing old

I have spent some time pondering this: looking back upon some of my childhood dreams and desires

Their radiance of possibly more like a thin vapor in my old age

Still, within the scudding, mundane chores and routines of every day

They surely are there in the shielding cover of adulting.

Sometimes I get a wee spark of that time, of years long gone, when the possibility of life and being alive and creating a space in the time called living shine forth once more.

A place where it is easy to listen to the voice of your childhood dreams

Where the shaded windows of your own soul wake up and you remember and feel the excitement all over again.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

A Summer Storm has Arrived—-Thursday, August 4, 2016

Storm came in 1The wind blew in a rain storm last night; slamming huge drops of water into the west side of the house. The dog and cat made a mad running dash to the house before me, but had to wait as only I (or Terry) can open the door for them.

Storm-2This morning we woke to thick clouds overhead.  A curtain of mist rising off the fields, and the flash-frying heat of the last few days…GONE!!!

Sam-and-SunThe air is cool and wonderful, bringing relief to the plants, the animals and us!  The thick scents of the wet ground and the bathed plants insinuate themselves through the open screened windows and the screened doors.

We are all rejoicing!  Cool moisture, after searing heat, is such a blessing!  It makes one want to dance.  Although, dancing in Colorado rain is a very chilling experience.

From my world to your heart!

Linda

Tiny Bits of Magic—Tuesday, August 4, 2015

jI’ve been working in my yard…weeding.

kI have company coming on Thursday.

I want to get my yard weeded and watered then I will straighten the house. I have the windows washed and the floors mopped anything other than that isn’t going to happen.

h

These little acts are protection against my worrying about worrying.

Corn-sun

A bit of preservation of  the mind.

Once they have come, I will not think about those things again. Just enjoy the time together.

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda