Wife of a very tolerant husband and Mother of one teenage daughter in far northern Wisconsin with too many cats, dogs, chickens, Guinea fowl and horses.
A Journey of Intention Discovered through Horses - Part 4
We had heavy rain overnight (Monday) – over 1.5” – so my arena is a muddy mess today, and probably tomorrow. Really strong wind and rain Thursday & Thursday night.
Stained and Shattered
He spewed his sins to the unknown priest, confessing devout faith as needed; quickly laying guilt at the Devil’s feet soon after the girl confronted evil.
A Journey of Intention Discovered through Horses - Part 4 - (supplement)
My daily schedule for August 15 – September 15, 2021 This is a supplement to A Journey of Intention Discovered through Horses
When I awoke, I felt displaced; existence dull, colors muted restless, lifeless, not my place to shine outside the drawn lines.
Good Girl Interrupted
I grew up in a world where it seems emotional extortion was commonly viewed as an act of love. I bought into this concept for a long time, even practiced it. It was familiar. Genetic culture, passed on in fine form.
Under the Pear Tree
Friendships of youth are interesting in their twists and turns, and of huge importance. ~~~ Pauline picked a fresh pear hanging low from the tree overhead. She bit into it, enjoying the juices running down her chin. She tasted love. Sweet, sweet love. Juicy and sweet. Bittersweet. Sadness ran down her cheeks to mingle with the juices flowing down her chin as she remembered the heart-breaking day they buried her beloved Simon here, and planted this pear tree over his grave to honor him. The tree now bore tender, juicy fruit. When she longed for the comfort and solace offered by her constant companion, she came here to sit with Simon under the pear tree. Even in spirit, his calming presence was strong.
The Warmth of a Frozen Pond
She was grieving, Kris comforted her. Claire and Kris sat across from each other at the breakfast table, sipping coffee. The funeral of Claire’s father had been yesterday. The memories of moments Claire and her Dad had shared lovingly over the years kept filling her mind. In particular, one message that had influenced her life in many ways.
The Magic of Aurora Borealis
The woman carried her cup of hot tea to sit outside in the cold air under the stars. She walked over to where her chair sat surrounded by snow. Her large dog waited patiently while she adjusted her seat and the blanket covering her lap.