Getting back in the saddle with a lot of help from my new friends at Blue Skies of Mapleview.
How intention and persistence eventually win the day.
The pictures on our bedroom wall each contain at least one memory—a captured spirit or ghost, if you will.
I can still recall the vision, Bob’s dream of 25 years ago. It was golden hour, and we were loping side by side across a field of grass so tall that the bottom of our stirrups brushed against the seed heads. A gentle New Zealand breeze kissed the prairie, sculpting a sea of undulating waves. […]
You might not notice to look at me that I’ve got a lot going on. Or then again, you might. You might catch me losing my balance. Or I may seem less compassionate, somewhat detached, distracted, and a little less patient. And for good reason. My Mom and Dad are at a cross roads in […]