Scatterbrained Showers

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 …

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Wander

Twisted, tangled trails With sprawling vines and Dangling branches like Curious fingertips flickering In the shifting winds We wander---we all wander. One step atop another, Our foot, paw, claw, and Hoof prints melded along Muddled puddled paths We wander---we all wander. Purple weeds and fungus Steps swirling tree trunks That tower indimidatingly And must sway …

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The Remington

Moments ago, I began writing a new blog post describing a late night scene from around midnight last night---moon high and air still---when I wondered why I go outside so late so often? Many of my posts have started off with something along the lines of, “It was hovering around midnight when…” I thought on …

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Steady, Steady, Sweet Soul

Above soaring, jagged rocks The world's weight tugging Heavily on your bones; Her mouth open wide and Ready for an easy meal... Wind whipping and howling With voices from deep underground, Voices that you swore were buried Beneath stone and time, Their smokey doubts swirling about... Above bird songs where Clouds roll with secrets; Air …

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June Afternoons

Long are June afternoons Where the sun floats in blurry Waves above every shiny surface, Where densely-leaved trees sway Lazily as if to fan themselves, Where clouds thinly sprawl in Wispy, white brush strokes across Windless, endless blue sky. Long are June afternoons Where wonder floats gently like Wished upon dandelions; Scattered pseudo petals soaked …

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‘Twas a Night on the Ranch…

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 …

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Cold Coffee and Gray Skies: A Morning Meditation on Togetherness

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 …

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Rolling Rocks and Hungry Donkeys: A Morning Ritual

“Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting, so get on your way!” - Dr. Seuss It was a golden morning---the kind where the sun sparkles in a million, broken pieces off the dew droplets covering absolutely everything. The cool air moved although it was hard to tell which direction and on the back of …

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Strong Heart

I should note to my followers that this post is neither ranch nor donkey related. This is a piece I've written as a way to look for answers for myself. After all, writing is a tool to discover things. Although I do personally journal things that never make it to the public, this one, I …

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