My Brother Wrote Something —- Wednesday, October 3, 2018

One day last year my brother wrote to me a wee email about my search for purpose in life

(this is a random, but a consistant battle I have with myself—finding my ‘skills’)

I don’t seem to struggle as much as use too, but the ‘need’ to be good at something still rings within me at different points.

Anyway, I printed off his thoughts and read over his email randomly

At the very end, he stated something I have been thinking each of you might find a use for in your life

Dan wrote; “I have learned that when I am feeling pressured, stressed, depressed, or ill— it is a message ringing from my soul to change or do something different”.

Every time I read that my heart, mind, and soul goes WOW!

That is the key….the Universe calling loudly to me.

So it is with a sense of cheerfulness and pleasure

I can actually see what I am longing for—then, as lightly as a fluttering butterfly; peace and purpose fill my body and I can move forward.

I hope this amazing statement from my brother can help you also.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

 

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Chasing Words—Sunday, November 12, 2017

Bringing forth words to convey feelings, or to describe a scene is sometimes …

A bit hard.

Searching my mind for those exact words which project what I’m seeing, feeling, or hearing

Causes me to pause for I wish to show to you the earth, the sky, and capture the feeling in words that is see, hear, and feel

Looking for that perfect word reminds me how limited my vocabulary really is–

To help you see (beyond the photographs) the wind rippling through the corn stalks, or

 

Or clouds obscuring the sun in the possible threat of rain

Or the golden leaves being pushed off the tree’s branches as the sap slowly descends to the roots

Readying for the long winter’s night.  I always think of this time of falling leaves as trees making haste slowly, every so slowly preparing for rest and a pause in breathing

The canal water is now gone.  Turned off to winter in the Blue Mesa Dam or clear up at Taylor Reservoir.  The silence of the tumbling churning water is as stunning as breaking glass…

 

For us our work is slowing, but not stopping.  The harvests are all in, paychecks will arrive sometime in December.

A whole season of farming from daylight to sunset and sometimes in the deep of night.

The perfect life for Terry and I—

From your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda