momma-to-be

This May one of my sister's mares is due to foal, and has been brought out here for it. I anticipate camping out in the pasture with my sis when the time gets close, eating large amounts of chocolate covered coffee beans, birthing checklist in one hand, phone with vet on speed-dial in the other - 'cause it's only been i dunno ten years since we last had a pregnant mare on our hands! 

This 'gram of the momma-to-be was taken about a month ago, before she was moved out to my place. (I need to get out an take a new one before she pops but I'm forever forgetting to take my phone when I feed.) She's very big now, with only 4 - 6 weeks to go. The little mite is an active fellow, rolling and pushing against my hand when I check her each morning. Sometimes a little bump will sprout and wander down her side before disappearing again. In the new morning when I'm still not all the way awake, I find myself sitting in the hay, marveling over this everyday miracle.

it's only words

 

 highs, lows
migraines, and early birdsong
old friends & goodbyes
 a tiny thrill of freedom

try and make sense of it, let me know what you find.
 my world is topsy-turvy, and right now -- that's just fine.

I don't have any words right now, as you can see. The ones that come out are barely (if that) coherent. It's a jumbled mess as I try to work through the scars and attempt to 'feel' again. It's odd, being disembodied from your emotions. I'm afraid that I have grown too used to it, and almost enjoy it.
 The problem is you really can't write without emotion, at least I can't.
 I have grown tired of this apathy
 and miss living in my world
 - too much of this one, I guess.
So this, this will be my year.

frosty stars

a silent peace
 muffled, gathering...

   downy snowflakes
                      all around

they come to rest one by one
 on the doe's long lashes, above her liquid eye
her breath like a cloud, still - yet swirling
 up to the stars to join the crystal frosts above

a little scribble in the margins of Winterkiln

bandwagon beginnings

It's the 15th already. 15 days into the 15th year of the 21st century.

  I am the kind of person who needs New Years to reevaluate and re-plan and gain new perspective. New years have such hope and promise in them. A promise I think we all crave by December.

Something new. A better year than last. A new start.

   For me

2015 means more...

-late night writing under the covers

-picture-taking of special people and special things

-whimsical watercolors, just because

-adventures in tea tasting 

-more daring celtic fiddling

-horse kisses & saddle sore legs

-keeping up with old friends: 

'come on over for some random new tea and s'mores by the fireplace!'

-travels to the sea

-singing with the piano

-devotion to Christ

...and hopefully a novel or two finished by Christmas

christmas and candlelight

The most wonderful time of the year.
- Digging out the good old Christmas cds, dusting off the stereo and Elvis Presley's Blue Christmas
- Waiting for a day of non-sub-zero temperatures to ferry all the Christmas trimmings from storage to the house (not hard this year when yesterday was 60*)
- Tweaking the nativity figurines a dozen and one times
- Hot chocolate is always on the shopping list
- Little helping hands and a large pitcher quench a thirsty tree (... and the carpet...)
- Stockings hung by the fireplace with care
- Innocent, wondering eyes reflecting the light of the Advent wreath
- Shopping the local boutiques for just the right gift, Blackbird coffee in hand
And every where the gentle glow of candles that whisper - not shout - the underlying hope of the season: He's coming!