Winter Solstice.
Luna came home with us.
http://www.natural-horse-training-methods.com/luna/luna
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Gypsy Horse Journey
It's another rollicking race down a rabbit-trail at once familiar and new. Ever in love with Gypsy Cobs and Drum Horses, we are facing a serious possibility of welcoming one into the family. I'm in the throes of research: the decision hinges on outside factors, other folks and an open future.
When the detective work winds down and we have solid conclusions, I'll spin the whole story.
When the detective work winds down and we have solid conclusions, I'll spin the whole story.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Whirling Towards Winter
... and clinging tight to this wild ride. "Widen your tent pegs" we're told, and I'm trusting for the resources to steward that growth.
Expression is now flung to far-reaches of the web. SCA and medieval reenacting stuff goes to www.medievaldiva.com. Horse musings go to www.natural-horse-training-methods.com. Photos saunter over to Smugmug and farm stuff finds its way to www.wvhorsetrainer.com.
Dissecting myself is an interesting discipline born from a business model. I look forward to reaping that harvest.
But I've really missed it here.
Expression is now flung to far-reaches of the web. SCA and medieval reenacting stuff goes to www.medievaldiva.com. Horse musings go to www.natural-horse-training-methods.com. Photos saunter over to Smugmug and farm stuff finds its way to www.wvhorsetrainer.com.
Dissecting myself is an interesting discipline born from a business model. I look forward to reaping that harvest.
But I've really missed it here.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Not only am I remembering how to form a phrase, I'm dusting off my trigger finger. Took a bunch of pix at my brother's wedding last weekend. The lighting was difficult, the joy was infectious, and my heart sang to see the world through a viewfinder again. Bit by bit I'm getting them up on my jumbled SmugMug site....
Blink. STRRREEEEEETCH!!!!!!!!!!
One thing weddings are good for is getting back in touch. I haven't talked to Matthew in way too long, yet he cuts right to the root of restlessness: "been writing much?"
Um. Hum. Uhhhhh...
And I know that's the keystone that I've cast aside. Or at least the slightly rancid frosting on the current tasteless cake.
"Life to you is a dashing and bold adventure" reads my fortune cookie after way too much Jumbo Buffet. Living to tell the tale adds both anchors and wings. (Not to imply I'd exaggerate....) Life encourages expression, expression generates life.
Looking forward to this particular dashing chapter to wind to a close. Not the wedding stuff, though Wolf and I are sore tempted to elope again (guess that would kinda defeat the purpose of a public wedding.) Just the everything else which stifles the very expression that would breathe bright life into stale and desperate spaces.
A few weeks ago Paul talked about climbing on his tractor as the storm clouds threatened. "Please, God, hold off 'til I finish mowing!" Wolf and Ginny and I laughed and laughed, having lived out the story verbatim in the very same storm. Paul's message was on the mowing. Getting things right and ready for the life-giving rains. Right now I am mowing... and being mown.
Just hang on tight and dance into the deluge, whooping defiant delight. If we can survive the mowing, the rain will bring lush harvest indeed!
Um. Hum. Uhhhhh...
And I know that's the keystone that I've cast aside. Or at least the slightly rancid frosting on the current tasteless cake.
"Life to you is a dashing and bold adventure" reads my fortune cookie after way too much Jumbo Buffet. Living to tell the tale adds both anchors and wings. (Not to imply I'd exaggerate....) Life encourages expression, expression generates life.
Looking forward to this particular dashing chapter to wind to a close. Not the wedding stuff, though Wolf and I are sore tempted to elope again (guess that would kinda defeat the purpose of a public wedding.) Just the everything else which stifles the very expression that would breathe bright life into stale and desperate spaces.
A few weeks ago Paul talked about climbing on his tractor as the storm clouds threatened. "Please, God, hold off 'til I finish mowing!" Wolf and Ginny and I laughed and laughed, having lived out the story verbatim in the very same storm. Paul's message was on the mowing. Getting things right and ready for the life-giving rains. Right now I am mowing... and being mown.
Just hang on tight and dance into the deluge, whooping defiant delight. If we can survive the mowing, the rain will bring lush harvest indeed!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Green Thumb Sunday
Between the foggy, icemelt splattered lens and the yoga asanas I was going through to try and frame a clear shot in the underbrush, the picture itself is a mess. But imagine the leaves as we saw them: perfect replicas in ice, slid off of their parent leaves, clinging just a little longer before sliding away....
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Equine Slaughter Insight
Fran Jurga at the Jurga Report offers a rare voice of reason in the equine slaughter debate:
"What are your ideas for solutions? Please don't tell me you are "pro" or "anti" slaughter. Tell me what can be done to bring the American horse industry back together instead of splitting it apart."
"What are your ideas for solutions? Please don't tell me you are "pro" or "anti" slaughter. Tell me what can be done to bring the American horse industry back together instead of splitting it apart."
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
California Dreamin'
Today is prosaically productive. Not quite ready for sleep but not inclined to be active or verbal, I start to sort through pictures from our recent trip to Wolf's old stomping grounds in CA. My phone went on vacation while we were gone, and we had very limited web access-not a good setup for blogging in the moment.
I enjoy reliving day 1 and capturing a warm-up round of memories while posting pictures to Laughing Gypsy Photography.
We land in San Francisco to a bleak weather forecast, matched by equally bleak weather beyond the windows. Wolf upgrades to a 4-wheel drive rentacar, and I later learn the reason why. Now, though, moderate traffic and rainy roads lead us out of the dismal city and onto Highway 1.
I am swept away from my first view of the Pacific. I'm an oceangirl at heart. I love the wooded green solitude of the farm. A glimpse of waves curling in from the horizon slams me with longing so painful it knocks the breath out of me.
As we snake along craggy heights, the sea pounds and crashes beneath us. The sun battles rain and mists and after hours wins today's battle.
I enjoy reliving day 1 and capturing a warm-up round of memories while posting pictures to Laughing Gypsy Photography.
We land in San Francisco to a bleak weather forecast, matched by equally bleak weather beyond the windows. Wolf upgrades to a 4-wheel drive rentacar, and I later learn the reason why. Now, though, moderate traffic and rainy roads lead us out of the dismal city and onto Highway 1.
I am swept away from my first view of the Pacific. I'm an oceangirl at heart. I love the wooded green solitude of the farm. A glimpse of waves curling in from the horizon slams me with longing so painful it knocks the breath out of me.
As we snake along craggy heights, the sea pounds and crashes beneath us. The sun battles rain and mists and after hours wins today's battle.
Breadmaking 202
I'm in a rush when I load the breadmaker this afternoon and make a valuable discovery. If you put the flour in first into the Toastmaster Breadbox, the result is the carbohydrate version of frozen concentrated orange juice. Compact bread! I love it! Great for travel, perfect for people in cramped apartments.
I happily devour my "mistake."
I happily devour my "mistake."
One Breath Poetry Revisited: Frost
frost woos a weary
world, then swoon! disappears in
to sunshine's first kiss
world, then swoon! disappears in
to sunshine's first kiss
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