Peaceful, Always Peaceful—Thursday, December10, 2020

The farm has a peaceful feeling.  The cows calmly feeding

The early morning sky gradually drying the glistening frost

The only true sounds which MIGHT be cacophonous — the large winter birds in the sky

I, actually, love hearing them calling to each other — I always call to them myself, inviting them to stay with us.  They would be safe here.  The cows would protect them.

They are beams of brilliant color and sounds rippling through the air

Peaceful…the light dwindling into a dim afterglow

A secret formula of magic spoken to us from God

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

Silence—March 29, 2016

EasterEaster was ever so lovely.

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Jolyne and Evan did an amazing job with the meal, the egg hunt and the celebration of our son-in-law, Cliff’s (he and Kimberly live in Grand Junction) birthday!

Then sadly the time came

9When everyone loaded up and headed back home…the little family to Craig, Colorado.  Jason’s dad, Paul, back to Alamosa, Colorado..everyone else scattering back to their homes and lives.

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Then it was just us again.  Back to the everyday of Terry’s and my lives.

It’s okay.

The sound our our life  is not blank or a void.  It is made up of tiny noises: the tractor in field (Terry is leveling now), the clothes washer cleaning all the bedding, the tiny sounds of far away cars and trucks, as I hang-out my laundry on the clothes line, the cats meowing at my feet begging for food, a cold wind flapping the towels on the line, Boomer’s feet padding into the kitchen then out the back door, bacon sizzling on the stove.  Everyday sounds the bring me peace and contentment.

“Thank you,” I mentally pray to God.  “Thank-you for everything and so much.”

From my heart to your world,

Linda