Something moving there in the beautiful brightness of the morning sun
A Deer brushing by in the gentle breeze
Breathless, so swift it was almost invisible.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I’ve been thinking about getting old(er)
And still flourishing—how to keep on keeping on, as it may
I think it comes down to just a few things: thrive by creating joy. Really, I know I seem to harp on this, but I can’t express it enough.
Events promote happiness, but joy comes from your soul.
Move! Get up and ‘do’ something that brings happiness to your core.
Then look for glimmers to fill your thoughts instead of negative, beating yourself up, thoughts. Replace those horrid things with Glimmers. Once you have the glimmer, tell the negative thought to banish from your mind, evermore.
Then quiet your mind and observe your world. No matter where you live, country, city, suburb–on a riverboat…it doesn’t matter.
There are gifts everywhere, and these gifts can change your life to one of beauty and joy.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
As the sun starts rising,
Or setting
Beneath cloudy skies of storm clouds
The need to keep the crops on our place watered has been a constant
Since early spring.
We are starting into the home run now.
The corn is almost all dented. Once dented, we will water one more time. (to be sure all the kernals are nice and full)
After which, we stop all irrigation on the three corn fields.
After that, we will water the two alfalfa fields a couple of more times. We don’t want them going into the winter dry. If they are too dry, they will die over the winter.
Starting to wind down now.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
I try to be silent
Not loud, so I can see all those wonderful little creatures
I love seeing what I can see
These amazing lithe animals
Of Which moves as silently as a whisper
So when I see them, I try to softly enjoy each.
Yugen (noun): A profound awareness of the Universe that triggers feelings too deep and mysterious for words.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
SEEDS!!! SEEDS!!!! There are lots of SEEDS!
Seeds? That bird is screaming there are seeds up here somewhere.
Do you see any seeds? No…nothing.
And peanuts! The squirrels say there are peanuts!!!
Where are the seeds, bird friend?
Oh gosh, too much activity—-I’ve got to HIDEEEEEEEEE!
ME TOO!!! Coming in!!!!
Quaquaversal (adj): Moving or happening in every direction instantaneously. pronunciation: ‘kwA-kwa-v”ers-al. Origin: Latin
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Home where the wild things dance just beyond our senses
Yet, if I’m very careful
Not making a sound, I can [sometimes] be gifted
With a wee glimpse of some of the wild things.
Confine (Kuh-meh-vin) welsh
A place where one feels he/she ought to live and belong, where nature embraces and offers welcome
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda