Twenty-eight degrees, overcast with 4 to 8 inches of old snow around the yard. Much longer and spring-like days. Great to be alive and alove.
Breakfast in progress. Reflection on window. Is that a moose? Yep. Crossing street from north neighbors into our yard. Pretty good sized cow moseyed from front to back yard then meandered about before heading toward the barn. Pam saw her by the snow covered iris patch and later checked to see if she’d gone. Lo and behold, Pam shouted for me to come. "A lynx!" Yep, another critter in the yard, a beautiful lynx stately strolled eastward from the barn door area to the end of the split rail cedar fence, stretched upward with front paws on a post then leisurely leapt over. Wow. How many animals grace our yard without our knowledge?
Is America at the crossroads? Is it time to return to the founding father’s Godly intent? Or is it time to fold the tent and give up? I’m standing for the Godly principles that made our country great. How about you?
The kid showed up yesterday. Cute as could be. A yearling bull with one-inch button horns between his eyes and his ears. He stood eight feet from Pam who talked sweetly to him through the kitchen window before he wandered by the barn and down the power line. His ma showed up today, walked across our driveway and started pruning the smaller branches from our front yard willow tree. There she stands, a 2-foot branch dangling from her mouth, chomping it slowly while watching us front-on from 25 feet. She pruned as high as her neck allowed then rose on hind legs to reach branches 8-feet above the ground. When she turned her attention to the lilac bush, it was time to send her away. At last glance, she was moseying along sixty yards behind the barn and down the power line–a pretty good-sized cow moose.
What does it take to motivate someone to keep on keeping on? Sometimes only a morsel of something: a word, a gesture, a hug, a pat on the back, a wink. Whenever one of these is accompanied by kindness, that’s a plus.
Humanity’s brutality is not eternal.
Neither are faith, hope and charity infernal—
they pave the Path from days of old
and take you to the Streets of Gold.
What freedom we enjoy vs. "…we found ourselves cast overboard, crippled in our souls, drowning in a sea of suffering and humiliation. Over the distant horizon our comrades and kinfolk were carrying on a fierce and bloody crusade against the dark evil that threatened life, love and Motherland." (from Escape from Auschwitz by Andrey Pogozhev)
another rambling thought from 6-28-1983: You don’t have to succeed to have victory. Winning is the result of blood, sweat and tears; Victory is the result of surrender. The difference between success and victory is the difference between self and (self-) surrender.
The journey begins at birth and ends somewhere thereafter–maybe hours or perhaps years. But we’re all on that journey. Where will the journey take us…and….what will we bring to the journey?.
In a time of need there is need for time. 3/15/18
You’ve got to start where you are. 11-14-91
The inner storm becomes the inner calm with Jesus. 10/17/17
We weep our little tear; we cry our little prayer; then it’s back to biz as usual. 10/17/17