With no thoughts of my own bubbling and bursting me at the seams to be let out, I’ve been sitting quietly on the sidelines of blogging, reminding myself that “they also serve who only stand and wait.” Read More…

I’m one of those folks who wake up every morning in a comfortable mental fog.  That first cup of coffee is my best friend, and I take it outdoors and sit with it.  I wait for the sun to come up over the mountains in front of me.  I curl my hands around the cup to warm them, because it’s cold out here. Read More…

This morning, sitting outdoors on a chaise lounge, basking in a perfect morning sun in a cloudless blue sky, I was thinking about one of my wanna-do activities.  I want to ride a Paso Fino horse.  I want to experience it’s unique gait.  I’ve seen it, and I believe it, but I want to feel it. Read More…

We went to the Horse Park two days ago.  I was immediately, I mean IMMEDIATELY, taken with the official logo (above, as seen in the museum).   I think it is so simply rich with meaning; dam and foal trotting alongside one another.  Acorn and tree, all in one design.  I kept looking at the logo, wondering what manner of artist created such a perfect rendering with so many meanings.  I was thinking that this artist must have the gift of God-sight. Read More…

Photo by cupcakes2

At first it felt like an allergy attack: lots of sneezing and itching throat.  Now it’s starting to feel like a head cold.  But I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s really something else . . . Read More…

They must often change, who would be constant in happiness and wisdom.  Confucius

I believe . . .  I think . . .  Seems to me . . .  Maybe . . .

These are words I use a lot, most often at the beginning of a sentence.  I’m now challenging myself here: why do I do that?  These words speak of uncertainty.  Am I uncertain, and uncertain about everything?

Do I want to be certain? Is this even possible?

Beliefs change.  Thoughts change.  Appearances change.  Realizations change.  Am I okay with this?

I was told that to grow is to change, and to change often.   This makes sense, and I see the evidence everywhere in nature — and nature is where lessons lie, right?  For me, anyway, since nature is where I choose to immerse myself.

Nature speaks of change; of seasons; of being true to one’s uniqueness and one’s purpose.  She speaks of harmony; and of acceptance, and surrender.  Nature just is.  This is what I love, and what I want:  to just BE.

Nature tells me that, in this uncertain world, there are three things I can be sure of —

I am.  I grow.  I change.

Where do your certainties lie, I wonder?