The Glimmer of Healing —- Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Gradually, Boomer is healing.  The very strong medication seems to have worked, although, he is still exhibiting some signs of breathing trouble

Now his old bones are refusing to move comfortably—I have something for arthritis, which I hope works

I watch him carefully all the time —trying not to let despair creep into me like an early morning mist

Wait! I said to myself….What is there, right by the tire!?!?

A HEART ROCK!

I picked it up and took it home. When I washed it off I saw that the heart-rock was a tad worse for wear…a series of chips on the corner

A big chip on the other side

Still a gift of love from the Universe to me.

Peace and love and hope and concern are oftentimes fraught with worry,

Boomer and I will take everything one day at a time.

Thank you so much, once more, for all your thoughts, concerns, and prayers.  My hope is Boomer Beaglie Brown will get back to his joyful little self; I will do whatever I can to help him get there.

That and pray.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

The Farm Does Not Confine — Monday, January 20, 2020

Terry, Boomer and I took a wee walk-about on the farm one evening

The sun was just starting to set and the day birds and day animals were slowly losing their loud thrumming and calling — settling down upon the land

We walked upon cow trails, avoiding the very snowy farm road

Past the cement ditches waiting for the thaw

and slumbering fields

As the wild Canada geese winged their way onto our farm

And the Sandhill cranes bedded down for the night

Filling the air with their trilling calls

 

We gradually made our way back to the house.

Our farm, not confining but defining us, like all sacred places.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

After Being all in a Fluster, I can now be Fluffed Up :) —- Sunday, January 19, 2020

A thousand tiny minutes and lots of sewing (and taking out)

I got another quilt done.  Those terrible corners on the outside band drove me into a whirling, wheeling misery.

But…they are done now.  Thank Heavens.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm

While the Gods Hoovered Around Us —-Thursday, December 5, 2019

“Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons, It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.”— Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

While the Gods hoovered around us, and by us, and even over us

The corn harvest came to a final end, as the draining light fled the sky

Which was a good thing, because last night the clouds came in

Bringing to us chilly rain

a dripping and damp (but clean) earth

Then for a second, as the clouds parted for a wee small moment

Another Sundog glossed the clouds, simmering in rainbow colors. Quickly the clouds slid thickly over and the rains started to pour.

Our roof now echoes with the drumming of moisture.

All is well.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

A Prayer without an Ending or a Beginning—Sunday, September 1, 2019

I seemed to have reached a point of ‘understanding’ in my life

I think it is the place we (as humans) have always meant to be

Where we finally realize…just like we ‘knew’ when we freshly arrived into this world of ours

That each day gives you meaning.  You need to do more than exist, to never take fortune (luck) for granted

That our lives, each and every one of us, is the prayer — the consequence of being alive

Then by the time elderly age is a reality, the human mind realizes the profoundly magical is made up of the very glorious ordinary moments of a very common day.

Once that is understood, the elderly feel like being — grand, extraordinary, marvelous, terrific, wonderful, tremendous, open to experiences and the excitement of being alive!

(From Pinterest)

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Going Full-Tilt and Needing to Stop—Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Less distractions from the things that matter

Sometimes my life becomes so full I want to run away.  But, actually, what I want is to find a routine and a bit of down-time.

I have been wanting to paint the inside of my house since March.

March!

Here it is August and I’m still trying to figure out when to start.

So I suppose, instead of letting my worry about getting started run me ragged

Today, in just a very few minutes, I will begin.  Then by tonight, I will know if my shoulder will accommodate the up and down of the roller.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

In the Dry, Crisp Air —- Monday, June 17, 2019

As the moon goes from crescent

To the glorious heralding of

FULL!

The first of the stone fruit has started to ripen

Cherries enough for the birds and us!

I’ve been picking strawberries for a spell now; adding in the cherries makes meals yummy

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

In the Long Soft Light of the Heavens — Wednesday, May 22, 2019

We are going on with more and more rain, snow in the high country, and
And a chill the little summer birds are not used to experiencing
Although my yard and flowers are rather enjoying their new fate of cool,
(cold) wet rainy days and nights
As for me, my heart yearns for sunshine
Still, I must marvel at the amazing beauty of the very wet earth
And the sun on the snow-covered mountains
Each day is still a marvel.  More than a deceptive dream as some would argue,
but a true gift from the God(s)
Valerie (a dearest and wonderful friend) sent me one of her favorite poems by the Sufi poet Kabir…

O servant, where dost thou seek Me?

Lo! I am beside thee.
I am neither in temple nor in mosque: I am neither in Kaaba nor
in Kailash:
Neither am I in rites and ceremonies, nor in Yoga and
renunciation.
If thou art a true seeker, thou shalt at once see Me: thou shalt
meet Me in a moment of time.

And at the end of this lovely poem, Valerie wrote: “I treasure those lovely words and thoughts”…

As do I.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Each and Every Day —- Thursday, April 4, 2019

In the coolness of an early Spring day

The work begins in earnest

But that is fine with us

At our ages, it takes courage to get up and go

But we do, enjoying the shadows of the liquid golden sun

The immensity of the sky and earth, a gusty wind, clouds flurried in the air

Each hour action packed

Then once more back to evening, whereby we silently give Thanks for another wondrous day.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

The Sky Sings to Us from the OtherWorld—-Thursday, February 28, 2019

Sometimes I think I can hear singing from the Heavens

The sounds shimmering in the sky and across the land

A sound so beautiful it feels like I can see the chorus; filtering through the clouds on the beams of light

Just there in the landscape lit so lovingly by the setting sun

The notes falling and rising in a ghost song…the choir those who love us (but have passed on) singing a bedtime lullaby: Sleep tight, we are here, you are safe…rest.

From my world to your heart,

Linda