of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
Finally, my favorite days. I’ve written about them before: the days where it’s warm in the sun and cool in the shade. On and off I take my flannel shirt as I move across the yard beneath spotted shadows of spring-heavy trees. The ground went from washed out to tangled jungle in a mere handful... Continue Reading →
Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the night, Not a creature was stirring in the cold air’s bite. The chickens were snug in their coop with care, In floofy, puffed feathers blocking raw, winter air. The donkeys were nestled all snug in their shed, While layers of clouds stretched out above head. And... Continue Reading →
I relaxed my back against the coolness of the wrought-iron chair in which I’d been sitting and leaning forward for the past half-hour while pulling my smudged glasses from my face. On the desk in front of me, I closed the large, three-ring binder that is packed full of printouts of guided meditations that I... Continue Reading →
The mid-afternoon air hung heavily around us as King Ranch and I stood behind the wooden back house with chipping red paint that sits a ways back on our property The back house is a dilapidated structure that we were told was the original house on the property. One side of it appears to have... Continue Reading →
It wouldn't rain. My goodness, had it been trying to, but it just would not rain. The thing about late, Texas spring is that when the sky tries to rain, but can’t, we’re all left wandering through soupy, walking-through-a-warm-wash-cloth air that gets trapped around the middle of the rib-cage when you inhale. For those of... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 