King of the Manure Heap
King of the manure heap
Queen that climbs
Princesses that tussle and spin
Woman who rides
King of the manure heap
Queen that climbs
Princesses that tussle and spin
Woman who rides
I didn’t post yesterday as I spent most of the day outside with dogs and fat tire bike and horseback riding, taking advantage of a windless, winter day before the arctic blast of today. Today will be a housecleaning and writing day. But, oh, yesterday…
This is the time of year
For reading
And snuggling
And writing
And hot cocoa
And peppermint schnapps
And sitting by a fire…
I have a post on Vision and Verb today about an unfortunate turn of events while I was on vacation. I ended up coming home two days early. But everyone is safe. Just a wee bit stressed out. Isn’t that what vacations are for? Before things turned to $#!+, I did get a few good…
“No dog has ever said a word, but that doesn’t mean they live outside the world of speech. They listen acutely. They wait to hear a term—biscuit, walk—and an inflection they know… To choose to live with a dog is to agree to participate in a long process of interpretation—a mutual agreement, though the human…
Okay. I’ve been rewriting this blog post all week because it keeps sounding too negative and depressing. I think a lot of what I’m thinking and feeling comes from aging and feeling all the possibilities move out of reach in so many areas of my life. It’s hardest at work, where most people are younger…