My first blog post. I’m feelin’ the pressure.
I recently finished listening to the MP3 recording of Patricia B McConnell’s book “For the Love of a Dog”. I may not have her words exactly right as I was typing from a recording and having a hard time keeping up, but in the final chapter, Ms McConnell was describing playing ball with her dog…
Short days
Dark nights
If only it meant
I was getting more rest…
Working long hours has left me feeling scattered. I’ve been unable to get back on course with my old routine (I do believe I had one, but I might be wrong).
I was meditating a while ago and put out the question to the universe, “Who am I?” I know. I’ve been asking that a lot lately. I really hadn’t expected an answer so I was surprised when the words that came into my head were “Truth Teller.” What? No I’m not. If I was, I wouldn’t keep…
“When the storm broke, the world was changed. Flat rocks dotted the pasture with their damp shine, scattered on a hillside that looked like a mud finger painting.” ~ Barbara Kingsolver, “Flight Behavior”
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Now, ya’ll know how I adore a great Fairy Princess story!
What wonderful pictures of you critter. I love the light factor against Luke’s golden locks.
I can almost feel the rush of cold air from the ice pictures. That reflective pic is amazin! Girl….you rock!!!
God bless and have a magnificent day!!! :o)
Gorgeous ice shots!