Sometimes I Catch Myself Holding My Breath — Tuesday, May 31, 2022

Sometimes, when things appear to become overwhelming,

I seem to have a hard time catching my breath

More than catching my breath

Actually, breathing!

It’s like I’m holding my breath

Bracing myself before the next shoe might fall

And, of course, the operative word

Is might.

And then— I learn that the Earth always says:

“Might” is a pretty vague word–

Believe, instead in Magic.

For Magic is right there existing for, and with, us— always, and evermore.

From my world to your Heart,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— A Week in the Life of ME!

We have the little kids here, well, really we have Tally; Blade comes off and on.  Then this week-end Hank Puff and his Mom and Dad return and switch kids with us; we will then have Linkin.

Still I thought you would like seeing how my week has gone:

Beagle-Smiles

  • off to work with Dad

Making-T-done

  • making siphon tubes with Mom and Dad

Shovels

  • helping Mom irrigate…

Smells-!

I really don’t irrigate, Fuzzy did, but not I—I am the gatherer of news!

Vrrooom

  • riding with Mom and Tally on the back of the 4-wheeler to GO irrigate

Sniff

  • checking out who has been walking on the roads on the farm

Off-We-Go

  • heading into town, now and again

Then the hard part—

Waiting!

Waiting for someone to come out and play or waiting to be let in the house to sleep, or waiting to go to work

Waiting

Waiting.

Boomer the Beagle