Moving into the Heart of the Light—Thursday, July 13, 2017

A large portion of my day is spent on a ditch bank….somewhere, someplace, here on the farm

Morning, noon, evening…the earth, the sky, the water—moisture in the air..rain landing softly on the fields rich with good earth and lush plants

The sun captures so brilliantly the clift on the Uncompahgre Plateau where the Plateau starts to change and slope toward Grand Junction.  It’s close to this cleft where a person can descend into Gateway, Colorado

Lately the air has been restless; shifting, rising, flowing–heavy with moisture

Sometimes the sun is suspended in the western sky…blazing the horizon into a dazzling display of red, orange and yellow

I have no true favorite time of the sky…I love the luminous eastern sky’s violet when the final stars are gone.  The early sun turning from violet to pink then gold and

finally a robin’s egg blue

And the night-time full of the moon or the stars so brilliant it’s like being surrounded by diamonds

I (sometimes) think our lives have seasons…times when nothing seems to be happening…but, if we look close…there are many changes going on… we just forget to see them.

From my heart to your world,



Almost Cried (a quote from Stephen King) —Thursday, June 15, 2017

“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.” – Stephen King

I know this sounds silly…..but sometimes the world, the sky, the very air we breath is so excitingly beautiful!

I give thanks for allowing to be alive, to experience this very existence of such a wonderful earth we live upon.

From my heart to your world,


For Lack of Attention—-Sunday, April 30, 2017

“For lack of attention a thousand forms of loveliness elude us every day.”–Evelyn Underhill

We took a wee trip…a get up at two in the morning, come back way after dark, sorta wee trip.

You see there was this auction, where several items of interest were being sold…

And, of course, most of the things ‘dreamed about’ went way, way over our budget.  But the next to last row, at the very end of the day (5:30) the (almost) last item in that row, was purchased for a decent price.  Once loaded up we headed back home.

Driving in the magic of storms, the fading light, the enchantment of a good buy surrounding us all the way.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,


The Sky—Thursday, March 9, 2015

“The sky is the daily bread of the eyes”: —Ralph Waldo Emerson

Good-NightOh, how right Mr. Emerson is!

RoseToday Terry and I are driving to Rifle, Colorado, to pick up our oldest granddaughter. Linkin is missing us and asked if she could come stay several days …Thursday through Sunday.

StunningThere was NO hesitation on our part! YES!  We will be there.  Terry was a little concerned with Linkin missing school, but she is top of her class—a couple of days spent with her grandparents won’t hurt her school work.  I will just have to make sure she gets her homework done, if she has any.

We will meet her parents back in Rifle on Sunday sending a ‘refreshed’ little girl home until spring break at the end of this month.

The neighbor’s (across the way from the other house) cat has had kitten’s over in the barn at our other house.  The three little kitten’s will be four weeks old when we pick up Linky…they are purr-fect for a cat-loving 10 year old little girl to spend lots of quality time petting.  The Momma cat is very loving and a nice sharer of her kittens; I thinking the Momma will enjoy lots of loving also.

With great joy,

Your friend,