Coming down our long, long lane I saw the faintest of rainbows!
Which made me think to myself—–
Always, always God(s) is (are) speaking to us—in the trees, on the land, in the silence of the sky
Sometimes, (just sometimes) we forget to see/hear—but when we do—
WHEN WE DO!!!
The dazzle the God(s) share with us
is so stunningly perfect in its very simplicity.
A perfectly perfect gift!
From my world to each of your hearts,
Linda
Sometimes, when things appear to become overwhelming,
I seem to have a hard time catching my breath
More than catching my breath
Actually, breathing!
It’s like I’m holding my breath
Bracing myself before the next shoe might fall
And, of course, the operative word
Is might.
And then— I learn that the Earth always says:
“Might” is a pretty vague word–
Believe, instead in Magic.
For Magic is right there existing for, and with, us— always, and evermore.
From my world to your Heart,
Linda
Sometimes sleeping at night is hard
Not only not being able to sleep
But sleeping and dreaming with ‘bad’ dreams
Other times, it’s like I am walking with those who have passed before me
Those marvelous people of my past life
My parents and grandparents
My beautiful and marvelous sister-of-my-heart, Dixie
Haunting dreams
Causing me to wake; to feel fragile and uncertain
Most often I wake and can’t remember my dreams
I just know I dreamed,
Not all dreams are scary, threatening, or nostalgic
They are comforting and familiar
Warm and protective
Those are hard to recall, also.
So, I have decided those dreams,
Those glowing, comforting misty dreams
Which [the feeling] tends to stay with me all through the day
Are sent to me [us] from our dead family and friends
To protect us
And those still with us on the earth
Connecting with us through our dreams.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I sometimes get to thinking this blog is rather repetitious
I seem to only write about the sky, the plants on the farm
My yard
Irrigating…morning, noon, night
Animals which move around in the night
And the day
The worker bee of the farm...the whole farm runs on this one person, you do understand
Sometimes I liven things up a tad
OR a daytime sighting of a typically nocturn fox
Oh, Yes, I forgot we do have the returning deer
And the joyful visit of grandchildren and granddogs
And that sweet little beagle
And that very independent cat.
Not only the work of spring, summer, and fall, the work of winter
I suppose it may be repetitious
It is our life…
Shared with you on this wee little space in time
a miracle on our tiny spot of Earth and Sky
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We are back to having wind
…not a soft breeze, or a lovely gentle rush of air
But the blazing strength type of wind which whips your words away in a huge rush
The kind of wind which bends trees and drys out the land
Still, it’s all good.
Irrigation water has been cut back, causing us to change it every 8 hours, three times a day.
I think the Gods are watching us…
To see if we care about the gift of land, and sun, and air
We try to be good stewards. It’s time-consuming, but very rewarding.
Then of an evening, we like to watch the world slow down.
Each and every day
Priceless.
“No! I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.”–R.A. Salvatore, Streams of Silver
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
From Pinterest)
Time is flying by. Everything is moving rapidly now. Although, one wouldn’t know it, for the sun is still drenching the evening sky, in brilliant shades of color
The full moon’s silver light shivers the land, through filtering leaves on trees
But the disturbing look of Autumn is starting to appear
That signal which says: ‘Soon Summer will just be an echo’,
Prepare yourself. Prepare.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
(From Pinterest)
I love summer, idyllic warm (even hot) summer days.
I plan all fall, winter, and spring for this time, for summer.
The land is heavy as it nears harvest
The heat massive and somnolent
Butterflies and Hummingbirds sailing along in the warm air
The Bumblebees and Honeybees so heavy with pollen their buzz even sounds labored
Our August nights have now become mild,
a sweet chill on the air before the sun warms the sky—giving the earth a spectral look, As though the Otherworld is peaking through.
Summer, each and every day dazzles; my heart, my mind, and my eyes.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
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
I, like you, believe our Ancestors and beloved friends are close.
Waiting for us to join them.
Death is not an easy thing
Hard on the one who is passing and hard on those left behind.
Yet, I think the thread, which binds us, is a form of magic
A place without pain, a place beyond tears, not like our place of everyday living
I feel so blessed to have had that tiny
fragment from the shadows
An amazing gift from my Dad.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I got this comment yesterday on my post: “I used to enjoy reading your blog, learning a little bit about farming and such, but lately it is so encrusted by advertisements I don’t read it much anymore. It was once a great blog but the ads have taken it over”.
Cobwebs and rosebuds
So now I really need to know….is my blog posts full of advertisements? Please be honest.
I know that when I open my blog for the first time I do see an ad on the side of the post, but if I go out and go back in the ad is gone.
But if you are having trouble reading because of ads, and going out and back in doesn’t get rid of them I will do something different.
I just looked at the cost of going ad-free and it looks like $100 per year
So, while I really must watch my money; I really don’t want to lose my reader base
So if you would be very kind, and take time out of your very busy day
I would be so very grateful for your input!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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