At some point today, a few of the cows will be heading to richer pastures. I sure hope those twin disasters!
I’ll let you know!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
There upon the earth the birds dance in the air, and sing in the trees
They send us a strength that fills our hearts with love
The lacy of their wings fills our memories
Then lift our imagination to rise above our everyday thoughts
The sunlight tips those fragile but powerful wings so delightfully that the air seems to shiver
Even the magnificent but deadly
Lifts up wonder—leaving behind that groan of drudgery we sometimes feel
Courtships whispers everywhere
In land and in the air.
Beauty whispers from the magic of our world.
Sings to us everywhere!
(Tiny quail—male on the branch keeping a lookout…females searching for bugs)
We are so blessed—you and I—truly.
Cynefin (n): A place that feels like home
From my world to your heart,
Linda
It’s been cold here—just like it has been cold where you are.
Wintertime wind is the worst (to me) part of winter. It seems to gallop through the trees causing the leaves still attached to rattle and shake—reminding us of summer past.
Brrr—it’s cold…But by tomorrow we are to warm up!
I am ready!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
As we age we realize how important it is to talk very carefully— for feelings can be hurt and destroyed by our careless acts and words.
We also understand that it’s time to forgive ourselves and set our lives free—of those painful things we wish we had done better/differently in the past. Time to stop being a prisoner of memory, fear, even disappointment—those things can’t be changed.
We can now open the window and let the sad pour out and the wonderful beautiful world pour in.
No more self-sabotaging thoughts!
Not for you.
Not for me.
Not for any of us.
2025 is a gift we get to enjoy—- each moment, each step of the way.
“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, ‘It will be happier.'”–Alfred Lord Tennyson
From my heart to your world,
Linda
In a world where (sometimes) one can get caught up in the worry, the fear, and everyday traumas
(for no matter what—problems happen to the just and the unjust)
If we approach the problem with kindness, we may not solve it, but at least we didn’t make it worse.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
My Daddy always said: “Think! Before you open your mouth!”
I sometimes have trouble with this—as he well knew.
The impulse was there, the thought came into my mind just as swiftly left my mouth.
It’s been a hard lesson to learn.
Think slowly, and talk your thoughts even slower.
I try to practice this concept constantly.
“And all the lives we ever lived
all the lives to be and
are full of trees and changing leaves.”– Virginia Woolf
From my
heart to your world,
Linda