Showing posts from February, 2008

"Seek peace and pursue it."

"Seek peace and pursue it." A good sentence don't you think ? Sounds like a recipe for good. Do you know where this quote comes from ? Sounds a bit like something from the 1960's. Sounds like it could be the words of a Buddhist monk, or a new age guru. I think it's wise. A bit lofty maybe, in view of how we all seem to act towards one another. We live in a world so far from peaceful, but maybe it was written as instruction for each of us, personal instructions. Good for day to day stuff. Rather than jump on someone you disagree with, seek peace with them, pursue peace with them. Rather than yell at your husband/wife or children, seek peace with them. Instead of firing off a nasty email, seek peace with the person you feel angered at. Hard to get your point across though and prove your way is right when you are seeking peace, pursuing it actively. Oh, maybe that's the point...we don't have to prove our point. Ouch. Maybe pursuing peace means being secure e…

You Really Are What You Eat

A while back I posted about my adventure of eating according to Gillian McKeith's "You Are What You Eat" plan. I felt wonderful, but lost interest in sticking to the plan. After going out to eat and coming down with food poisoning, I just didn't go back to the healthy eating. I just wanted to eat what I wanted to. In a matter of two weeks time I began to notice changes in my health. Not sleeping quite so soundly, waking up with a touch of stiffness. Less energy and a bit of a stuffy nose in the mornings. Nothing earth shaking per say but things that had disappeared when I stuck to Gillian's program. There have been highs and lows in my day when not sticking to Gillians plan and they did not exist when my plate was filled with ONLY healthy foods.
Most of the ladies I know that are my age are on at least one medication or have trouble hiking a mile or two let alone 8 miles, so I tend to just think about how healthy I am, but this past week I realized I am what I eat…


An extra day of the year seems like the perfect time to share some of the things that make my life feel extraordinary...
Love in all its forms Comfort Spring blossoms music the written word baby laughter tiny arms reaching up for me goats the sound of Emery's voice and his laughter knowing my children are happily married my sisters having the same best friend for well over 40 years that the world is changing in social conscience ethical behavior good health and lots of energy earth shoes Whole Foods Market Learning about the Law of Attraction Walking away from a legalistic religion spinning wool the smell of hay computers and how they opened up a new world of keeping in touch romance walking hand in hand in the moonlight memories hiking having plenty of money the book, The Art of Happiness the freedom to seek out truth Meditation Prayer Freedom speaking of Freedom, today is Sadie Hawkins day, allowing women to ask a man out on a date or even proposing single ladies, this is your day to shine ! &quo…

Simple Things, Simple Joys, Emotional Happiness

As time passes, there is a stronger conviction each day, that living simply opens up for me more and more moments of joy. Each step I take has purpose, gives me a view of the moment. Life now allows me to look carefully at the smallest detail, to be silly if I want, to be contemplative if I choose. This morning when having my breakfast, Emery had already gone to work...I was late getting chores done. After putting some milk on my oatmeal and in my tea, there was a bit left in the creamer and looking around as if someone might just see, I tipped up the creamer and drank what milk was left as if it was in a cup. A moment of silliness. How my Grandmother would have scolded me. A woman must never ever forget her manners, but I didn't forget, I just took liberty ! I can honestly say that our choice of lifestyle, living with less so I could stay home and raise the children and homeschool them, choosing the sometimes difficult path of growing our food, heating with wood, limited applian…

A Ramble

Last night as I was running out the back door, hopping down the steps, not a care in the world, heading for the hen house, something caught my attention on the clothesline. There was a white dove sitting on one of the lines. Two cats sat quietly on the grass below the line, looking at this dove and if they could have, the cats would have been licking their lips. I stopped dead in my tracks to make sure what I saw was for real. You just simply don't find white doves around these parts. As I watched this beautiful bird, I thought about the old television show, "Touched by an Angel". This white dove felt like a gift . I watched in silence as it softly cooed. In an instant it was gone, but I couldn't find where to. It simply vanished. How I wised my camera had been around my neck like it is so often, just to capture and prove what I had seen.
This morning the air was cold. Jack Frost had made a visit and dusted the earth with his sparkles. The water in the buck…

Morning Chores

As the morning sun spilled golden rays onto the green grass and awoke the sky with vibrant hues, I headed outside to do my chores. More of them now with the goats, more the way I like it. Chicks and chickens fed, puppy following me at my heels, (she is showing all the signs of a good heeler) cats stretching in the hay, and today, goats at the gate waiting to be fed. It was cold this morning, especially compared to yesterdays summer like temps. Last night the wind blew with a fierceness, letting you know a front came through and with it much cooler temperatures. Cool enough that I have the wood stove going. Life just feels right again.

There's No Place Like Home

This young male squirrel watched me carefully as I neared the cottonwood tree in which he seems to have made his home. First he watched from a limb and then climbed in the hole. I think he looks pretty content, but still a bit suspicious of me.

The Goats Have Arrived

Steven, Priscilla and Elizabeth drove up with goats in the back of the pickup tonight. I have to say, as much as I love my new goats, somehow it was more fun to take pictures of the babies. Mei-Ling and Elizabeth are just such sweet babies !
After getting the goats settled and about 100 pictures taken, Steven took us all out for pizza. Casi was in class so he missed out on the fun. Tomorrow I will have time to take lots of good pictures of the goats. I thought I was settled on their names but after looking at them, I might just change them. Time will tell !

Maybe its Summer Already

It's actually HOT outside today. We have the windows and doors open. I stopped by Melanie and Casi's for a minute and Mei-Ling had on a sundress. Flowers were opening in almost time lapsed photography speed. Unfolding right before my eyes in the warm sun.
My day has been a busy one, taking care of the final preparations for Cinnamon and Clove to arrive tonight. So glad my husband is a wise man and had me keep so many of our goat keeping supplies. I spent the afternoon barefoot in the pasture, looking at the shepherds purse just now blooming and sizing up the dandelions for dandelion syrup. I dug up some young Mullein to mail to someone that wanted a few plants. We have hundreds of plants and most will be dug up as they are getting a bit out of hand.
Mei-Ling will have a MRI this week. She will be fully sedated, which is always a bit of an risk for her, so we would appreciate your prayers for her this Wednesday morning. They will be checking out her one kidney and the rest of h…


a tool handy for work
puppy enjoying the sunshine Mei-Ling, feeling better (yes, her shirt does say, "if mom says no, ask Grandma") new gate hung The goat barn is freshly hayed
a little side note, no need for me to visit a fitness center this past week, I think pounding in about 30 t posts constitutes a good cardio workout !

Sunday Morning

The sun rose without much fanfare. Yellow ball rising in the east, cloudless sky. A stillness in the air for now, wind later we are told. Freckles barking in her crate, she is sure its time to play and run through the grass. Emery munching on dried fruit as he brings the fire in the wood stove to life. The floors are cold. There are baby things all around my living room, proof positive of our grandparenthood. There is no perfection of style, no magazine look, just real life, a lived in look. Signs of love and living. Books here and there, something needed to be looked up the old fashioned way, in a book, not on line. Another book set down on the cedar chest to be picked up whenever a quiet moment arises. My coffee cup, over sized with the hot steaming brew ready to be enjoyed, after its cooled down some. Incense burning, smoke curling, exotic smells filling the room, mixing with the smell of woodsmoke, a bit like me, old homestead-like but with a touch of far off pla…

Dreams are not the same as peer pressure

After writing about peer pressure the other day, I realized that my thoughts might just need some clarification. Peer pressure is mostly about feeling pressured to do something before you are ready or do something against your moral code, something you would not normally do. I think people should all have dreams, visions of where they want to go in life, what they want to accomplish and shoot for the moon if they want, as long as its done with compassion. Adult peer pressure might be best explained by an example of someone feeling pressured by friends to go out to eat and drop $50 when they haven't paid their taxes ! Life without dreaming is life without vision, life without vision is life without reaching and life without reaching becomes lazy and stagnant, a place where bitterness seems to grow. As a parent, I encourage my now grown children to dream, to build vision boards, to practice the law of attraction, but I discourage them from caving into peer pressure. Dream and plan, an…