Sometimes I Catch Myself Holding My Breath — Tuesday, May 31, 2022

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,


The Awful Necessary Dance of Life — Monday, May 31, 2021

The day is full of such amazing, unexpected, delightful sights

Little sightings, fluttering softly on the edge of our every day

Elusive, searching, trotting here and there

A bright golden/red spot moving along — just over there

Sometimes running in a quick and fast tightly wound sprint

A blur of spun gold with a lush bushy tail. 

Time is always spent in the pursuit of food

The minutes the seconds, the hours

The pause…so still…the birds are silent


One life-giving up living for another.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,




The Dream Which Holds Us—Thursday, May 31, 2018

A squall blew up for a few seconds/minutes yesterday…dropping light rain on the ground and messing up all the just washed windows….ah, well, they will wash again.

Then the clouds dispersed and a steadily strengthening sun came out…I didn’t see a rainbow.  😦

There were other beautiful things to share—the warm evening air, tenting us with the feeling of silk on our skin

The light and shadows falling on those things in bloom, making welcome colors for our eyes

And that sound of always running water, giving life to crops.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


For Romeo — Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Sunday we built fence.  Opening up a new pasture for that heart of a horse, Romeo.

Building along the base of Coyote Hill.  The day was hot and heavy—causing our skin to burst into stinging sweat.

Black Beauty and Boomer helping us…although, Boomer wandered off most of the time; Beauty stay right with Shannon.  Never far away.

Up and over, down and around, past the little creek, the bugs making our skin dance with impact of their tiny biting mouths.

Finally we made it!  Steam coming off our skin like vaporous ghosts the pasture was fenced in…ready for that amazing horse; we all seem to love.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Days are Full of Peace—-Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Coming--BackSo far the days have started out warm—then they cloud over, with a sharp cool wind; by sunset we are back to warmth.

Cultivating-1In Between, we sometimes have to wear a jacket or a coat.

Irrigating-in-the-rainThe Uncompahgre Plateau even has full blown storms hinting that we are about to get drenched.

EdgeBut today…this morning… the sun is shining and spreading heat across the land.

UsBoomer and I followed Terry up to the end of the Middle Field where we are removing a fence.

FencesThe air was full of bird songs, the squawk of pheasants, the buzzing of bees…I always find being up here soothing.

Little-Creek-at-the-Upper-EThere is only Terry and I and Boomer—the feeling is peace.

It is also called Home.

From my world to your heart,