That’s Life
While taking Java for a walk, I saw an elderly woman standing at her trailer with her horse. I was wondering if there was a problem, but with Java in tow, I didn’t know how I could help her.
While taking Java for a walk, I saw an elderly woman standing at her trailer with her horse. I was wondering if there was a problem, but with Java in tow, I didn’t know how I could help her.
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. — Annie Dillard My friend Deb died yesterday morning from cancer, only two weeks after entering the hospital and finding the tumor. She was an inspiration in the way she lived her life, always giving you her full attention when you spoke…
Writing is like planting a garden and waiting for the emergence of something green. The one who plants is bent over the dirt. She takes off her gloves as they are stifling hot and place too much between her and the earth — rich, damp, and deep. She brushes a mosquito from her arm, leaving…
I was reading Copper Pony’s Cowgirl’s blog and a song by LeAnn Rimes happened to be playing called “What I Cannot Change”. It brought tears to my eyes. Not looking for that reaction from you, but I think it’s a beautiful song. I hope you enjoy it. If you liked the song, I’d suggest also…
I fell on the ice. I was trying to carry a 50 lb bag of feed from the garage to the barn in the dark because I needed to get the feed out of the back of my car so I can put Java in there tomorrow when some woman and her kids come to…
I heard this old Queen song on the radio the other day while I was cleaning the barn. I love the way Queen harmonizes and there are the “outfits”. How many men can pull those jumpsuits off? (Final verse)Got no feel, I got no rhythmI just keep losing my beatI’m ok, I’m alrightAin’t gonna face…
It’s almost Easter and I’ve been feeling nostalgic. My adoptive Mom was Polish and at Easter time she made a beet and horseradish relish that we called “Kassan”. I have no idea how to spell it. My Mom We had this relish on our hard-boiled eggs, kielbasa (Polish sausage), ham and whatever else we felt like…
Comments are closed.
That is so great you were able to help that woman. It always feels so good. Alot of people would have just kept on driving, and she could have been there for awhile!
I think it’s a gift we’re wired that way– that helping others helps us too. I’m glad t hear you sounding so up. Keep looking for the good stuff. 🙂
Mary, I wanted to thank you for the comment you left on my blog yesterday, and all the other ones, too. I don’t know why I’ve never made it over here before. Look at everything I’ve been missing! I’ll be back.
It’s great to hear you sound so positive Mary. I promise it gets better.
Good to sit and blog with you any time!!!
Glad that you could help that woman with her horse using your expertise!
I agree about not waiting for crises to be over to have fun. If we did wait, I think that we’d never have fun!
It’s very true that it’s best not to wait to enjoy what you can in life. It seems like there’s always something. I went back and read some of my journals over the last 10 years… what I discovered was that even though this is certainly a hard time in my life, I’m coping much better than I used to. I’ve gotten stronger in the midst of the pain and the uncertainity. Reaching out to others is always a great perspective shifter too. Life is too short to not enjoy the fresh air and a great cup of coffee. 🙂
You are really cookin’. Helping someone can make you feel great.
Linda of 7msn – thanks for stopping by. I enjoy your blog so much! Makes me want to live in New Mexico.
Linda of CA – Thanks for the comment. I avoid looking back at those old journals. Who was that person? So glad I’m not her anymore! I’m sure one of these days we’ll meet in person through my sis. Maybe we can jam!
Everyone else – Helping others, along with seeing things with new eyes, eyes that see all the great people (this means you) and experiences that surround me, is a true blessing.