A Different View

Good morning from this beautiful spot! this was actually yesterday afternoon…details.

Just a quick check in to say this gal is going to check out here for the week!

Talk to y’all soon!

Until then, walk in love, dear readers.

Remember Me?

Yoohoo. Hi. Over here.

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Ya. Remember me?

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Yes, me. Your long lost friend. Hi, ya. I have missed y’all!

How is it May? And how has it been two weeks since I have written you? Not sure how that quite happened. It was not intentional, that is for dang sure. I have not fallen off the face of the earth. Maybe you wish I had! Anyway, it is not for lack of goings ons. 

There has just been a lot of life going on over here in my world. Now is not the time for that though.

Not to worry and they say worrying is fruitless anyhow (spoiler alert, it is true). God has it all and me. And you. This I know with great conviction. He has been ever present throughout it all and is still here.

I will do my best to get back to writing to y’all regularly, but in the meantime, enjoy some photos of the past couple of weeks.

Life and time go on, man. It is how you use it. How you live it. How you share it. AHAmoment. Taking each and every day to be better than you were the day before. Letting God work through you for the blessings of others.

Walk in love, dear readers!

Work trips are not all that bad.

But being at the farm is better. Especially to catch the moon setting in the morning.

I do, I love you.

Getting our steps in.

Boop.

Magic.

Easter eve yoga for the Darcy dog.

A new view.

Easter morning sunrise.

Tuners with all the words to say.

Cooking is always a good idea. It is good for the soul. Roasted red pepper soup from scratch. Pretty dang good.

Until next time…which will be soon! I am spending the weekend with some of my best friends riding horses here in the great state! Even if it rains, it will be a grand time!

 

The Season Of Spring

It is upon us.

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Do not say it too terribly loud though. Or play the music too loud. Or dance too much. Or drink too much bubbly, even if it is Wine Wednesday (I may or may not be imbibing at this very moment). We do not want to scare it off. I do not think any of us can handle that, but I think it is safe to say we can celebrate a little and I am celebrating spring today. Remember there is always something to celebrate every day! You will know when it is time to turn the celebration up.

I almost can not believe it. It feels like just yesterday I was writing to you about the beginning of fall. The past several months have left me stunned with wind burned cheeks and windswept hair from the time speeding past me. I have entered a new season in my life apparently, but that is a story for another day. A whole other pot of thoughts to stir around.

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Anyway. Back to spring because that is what we are celebrating today.

The time has changed back. Do you know what that means?

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You think I am kidding? This is no laughing matter. Ask any horse person. Well any horse person without arena lights. This means MORE RIDING TIME. Seriously. I can actually go out to the farm after work and have time to ride! I could start jumping up and down this minute at the very thought.

The horses are starting to shed. All of them. Not just the early ones. All of them. I can see it now.

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Horse hair everywhere.

We have had the showers. For months actually, but we do not need to go on about that any more than I already have. You know what they say. Showers bring flowers.

Which brings me to…Wildflowers. They are coming out to play and things are getting green!

It is actually rainy today, but that is not raining on my parade today.

Spring, it is coming! Go smile and have some bubbly and celebrate.

Walk in love, dear readers! You made it through hump day!

 

Daily Dose Of Cute

Brace yourselves, dear readers.

I am not too sure y’all can handle this.

Really and truly I am not.

You think you can?

Are you sure?

OK, then. I did warn you.

SMOOCH!

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He got you, didn’t he? Sneak attack, I know. I bet it just made you smile though. Even if you were trying not to.

Any kiss from a Lito Man will do that, but a kiss from an awkward and gangley baby Lito will especially do it.

I just love that guy.

I have been able to wake up at the farm these last two days because of the cold snap we got. You know, feeding and blanketing and shoveling poop. My other day job. There really is nothing like seeing the horses first thing in the morning to get you going on the right foot.

Walk in love, dear readers, and have a great day!

It’s Raining

It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring.

As that nursery rhyme goes. Silly sounding nursery rhyme if you ask me. What is that you say? Nobody asked me? Well, I suppose you are correct.

Anyway, I bet that old man is snoring. That is what happens when it rains and rains on repeat and people can’t ride their horses.

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Drinking coffee this morning listening to the rain tap tap tap on my roof and windows, looking forward to riding again and spring and daylight and sunshine. One day. Any day. Some day soon.

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This too shall pass, as they say. I know I have said it often enough. These days though, this gal’s patience is running a titch thin.

Patience. It is indeed a virtue.

That is enough of that complaining.

Walk in love, dear readers. Have a great Wednesday!

Happy Memories

It has always been interesting to me how and when certain memories pop into your head and what they do for you or what they remind you of.

I forgot what day today is. That is also a funny thing to me and still has me shaking my head. This whole month I have been looking at it from afar. Always keeping a sideways glance at the calendar and checking the date. Feeling like I am hiding from it. “A few more days yet,” I would tell myself. How do you ‘forget’ something you have been watching out for? Seemingly looking to get past, for whatever reason? Even now my heart is racing for no reason other than just thinking of it. Why I feel like hiding from it, I do not have a handle on.

Anyway, on my way to work this morning, taking a slower, more enjoyable route than normal through the neighborhoods while having a conversation with someone on the phone, I remembered my Grandparent’s old house. At present I can not remember what lead that memory to the front of my mind, but that is not what is important I guess.

It was a great and grand house steeped in memories and stories of all kinds. Mostly all happy and warm. Some sad even still. I have told you about this grand house before. I wish it was still around and in the family. Anyway, the memory of the house brought a big smile to my face as I shared the story on the phone, as only sharing a happy memory with someone in your life can.

That smile stayed on my face as I walked into the office and sat down at my desk. I turned on my computer monitors and bam.

There it was.

That date staring me right in the face.

Uh. Hey there, how are you? It has been a while. A whole year since I have seen your face. A whole year since my Mother’s Father passed on from this earthly life into his eternal Heavenly home.

Anniversaries are as interesting as the memories associated with them. There are good ones and there are not so good ones. The point is, the AHA moment in it all that I had this morning while basking in the memory, is to remember and focus on the happy and warm memories. The good times that bring a smile to your face. The positive. Celebrate it. Let them grow. Share them. Shine that light for others.

Let the sad or the bad or the negative go, just like that rain on your duck fathers. No matter what the occasion of the anniversary.

Do not hide from a silly date. It is not the date that is actually important. The date comes and goes just like any other day of the year, every year. That is how time goes, around and around. The simple fact that I felt like I was hiding from it, and it took me until now to even realize it, intrigues me more than anything. Like grave sites. The person you lost is not there at the grave. Just their earthly remains are there. The date means nothing. The memories and the celebration of life go on every day.

I could be sad today. Sad that he is gone and no longer here. Sad that I did not have more time with him. Sad that everyone did not have more time with him. Sad that I did not write down every story he ever told. Sad that there are people in my life that never got to meet him. Sad that I can not sit and listen to music with him today. Sad that I can not ask him questions.

I could do that. But I will not.

He lived an extraordinary and storied life and went home to the Lord in the best way possible. He left an impact, that is for dang sure. He lives on in each and every one of us. Maybe a little more in me than some of my cousins if you ask certain people in my family, but I see him in everyone.

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Today and every day I celebrate his life and his memory.

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There will be no tears today. At least not sad ones. Only happy ones if they demand to come to the party.

Is that enough rambling for a Tuesday?

Walk in love, dear readers. Go celebrate!

Days Like Today

You know what? On days like today, I wish more than I normally do that my office chair was the back of my horse.

Any horse at this point, really, and not just because I have done such little riding lately that I am actually beginning to literally twitch involuntarily. I am sure my eyes have begun to bug out of my head and the people around me will start looking at me all funny like.


“We will sing, to our souls
We won’t bury our hope
Where He leads us to go
There’s a red sea road
When we can’t, see the way
He will part the waves
And we’ll never walk alone
Down a red sea road”


Anyway. Everyone has days like this every now and then.

I am sitting here on my couch with a glass of wine on the side table next to me, a cozy blanket that was a gift to me draped over the arm of the couch, and my little laptop resting in my lap. My townhouse keeps making noises that make me wonder if I have a long lost roommate upstairs. My television intermittently plays a show I have already seen in the background.

Why intermittently you ask? Good question. I do not have an answer for you on that one. My TV and/or internet appear to be a slightly emotional beings at best and more often than not, I spend more time watching a spinning wheel than any actual entertainment. The wonders of today’s modern connectivity, I tell you.

It is no matter to me at the present moment though. I do not really have it in me to pay close attention. Today was a bit of a sour day and it put that taste right into my mouth. I sure did not like the taste so I went to a dance workout class with R and her sister after work to try and shake it all out. It did a decent enough job at that.

Nothing like this would have done, but it was the next best thing I had.

Today was a day for practicing relearning how to be like a duck in the rain, so to speak. To let that rain just bead up and fall right off you. You know how I have told you before. Yes, yes. That little life tidbit wrapped up in an AHA moment. About how manure rolls downhill. Yes, just like that. I will be firmly upright and uphill tomorrow. Maybe one of these days that lesson will stick in my own brain.


“Paths are there for us to follow, this is gospel I believe
Angels are around us flying, truth and mercy to receive
Pictures of uncommon nature, painted by a masters hand
Draw me ever on life’s journey, rendered thus to understand
As a songbird that is fallen, only to regain the sky
From this frozen shadow valley, lay my sweary head
Love is from no distance calling, faithful as the rising sun
Warms the bitter heart and heartache, till the east of Eden’s gone
Clouds of fear and misconception, wax and wane as if the moon
So is in a sense forsaken, till the will of God be known
As a songbird that is fallen, only to regain the sky
From this frozen shadow valley, lay my sweary head”
~Bob Neuwirth / Henry Burnett


I long for more daylight hours with ground that is more than just a slip ‘n slide. To have the time to thoroughly groom my horse and not be in a rush.


“The sounds of the valley seem to reach me within. It plays on my heart like an old violin. At the end of the day I just can’t wait for it to play.”
~Trinity Seely


Tomorrow is a new day. For me and for you. It will be a good one. If it is not, we will make it one and it will be better than yesterday.

Let us all be like ducks in the rain on top of the manure hill!

Walk in love, dear readers.

Living For Today

Dear readers.

There is only so much time we are given in this life.

It is a precious gift.

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And it should be.

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Do not waste it.

This is true in all facets of life.

In a way, living for today is how you live for tomorrow. It is when you look back and realize you have not wasted your time that you know you set yourself up just right.

Walk in love, dear readers.