Finally the fields dried enough to hitch Morgen. While the ground is still soft, she does not sink holes with her hooves, nor does the carriage make ruts. The day…
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My spiritual companion and I have talked about the prophet as someone who feels they have to challenge the status quo or maybe even fix what’s wrong. That sort of…
We said goodbye to Tessie (Mariposa Cirsti) on June 19, 2021. (She was born May 25, 2003.) She was my spiritual warhorse, a mare I brought into my life because…
Little Bird: A Meditation on Kindness The barn swallows swooped over the field as if they were telling us where Little Bird was. Dutifully Bruce looked for him, knowing he’d…
I came this close to selling my young mare. She was five. When she was displeased, she snapped her big white teeth at me and she bucked, with the most…
Thank you for following the story of Tessie’s sickness this past month. Thank you for your advice, well wishes and just plain kindness. It’s been a tough time walking out…
It feels like a triumph, this past Valentine’s day when neither Bruce nor I cared to celebrate. A day later, neither one of us has given the other our cards….
We watched lightning in the distance, three flashes down low on the horizon on a dark night, the lights of towns hunkered underneath. Down low darkness over us. We were walking…
Less than a week left of writing a poem a day for Tupelo Press. This project will end on Sunday, July 30. What a rich experience it’s been to begin writing…
Since we moved to the farm, when I think about Christmas eve, I think about the old legend how the animals speak when the clock moves over midnight. I have…