When I close my eyes at night, I am walking up this path, north across the island. There are no sirens, no dodging of cars, no blinding lights. Only the singing of insects and the feel of the earth beneath my feet.
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THINNING IT DOWN
I just finished boxing up all of our horse stuff. A good friend was kind enough to take responsibility for distributing it to the less fortunate students in her riding barn. Four boxes, a saddle, rack and whip doesn’t seem like much but we have been thinning it down for years.
If the shoe fits – wear it For six years we have been driving and walking on the industrialized soil of the greatest country in the world. For six years we felt as if we had a small pebble in our shoe. Or perhaps they didn’t fit right. We tried to ignore it. We tried […]
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Coincidence?……I Think NOT!
We have been hanging around with Liz and her buddy Eddie for the last year or so. Here’s a picture of Liz basking on the kitchen counter. Eddie spends his time riding around in the car. Who among us could deny the miraculous powers of creative vizualization? Anyone? Plastic Farm Animals has apparently been moving […]
Never stay anywhere you don’t feel at home This piece of cheap art has always graced our front doorway. It is a reminder that when we get the impulse to run, we should act on it. I’m sure you can tell by the direction this blog has taken that we have been getting itchy feet. […]