Like a Pond to the Sky

Howdy, I'm takin' a break from the "daily" where it's spring and I got a bunch a horses need work and a fair lot of fencin' needs fixin', but if your lookin' to order a copy of the book, first edition, signed copy, here's the way:

Send a check or money order for $24.95, plus $5.95 for shipping. The five-ninety-five, gets us "priority" shipping, in a padded envelope, complete with delivery confirmation. (first class was over seven dollars). I got together with my bookkeep, and got it all straight, where we can use my livestock operation, handle the checks, so make 'em payable to GRATEFUL HERD MGMT., at the address below:

Grateful Herd Mgmt.
HCR74 BOX132
Lindrith, NM 87029

BE SURE and MAKE IT PLAIN, where you want your book(s) sent and consider it's a fair package, so ya want an address where it won't get lost or stolen. If you're uncertain about the size or safety of your mailbox, certified, which requires a signature, would add $2.95; the advantage there bein', if you weren't home, they will take it back to the post office for safe keepin', 'till ya come by and sign for it.

Any questions, feel free, email or call and sincere thanks for your interest!

Best, always!

505.215.2629

Like a Pond to the Sky; day in the life of a cowboy, lost in the learnin' of found. Jeune Bailey Hall, with photography by Brandon Johnson; poems, pictures and story. 70 pages, 26 color plates, 8x10 hardback.

"This is the gift of a life; our chance to know and remember, trust, what's good. Not some big idea, but the flavor. This is the gift of a heart; a place where we know and savor the flavor!"


jeune

Like a Pond to the Sky

So, here's the detail: send a check or money order for $24.95, plus $5.95 for shipping. The five-ninety-five, gets us "priority" shipping, in a padded envelope, complete with delivery confirmation. (first class was over seven dollars). I got together with my bookkeep, and got it all straight, where we can use my livestock operation, handle the checks, so make 'em payable to GRATEFUL HERD MGMT., at the address below:

Grateful Herd Mgmt.
HCR74 BOX132
Lindrith, NM 87029

BE SURE and MAKE IT PLAIN, where you want your book(s) sent and consider it's a small package, so ya want an address where it won't get lost or stolen. If you're uncertain about the size or safety of your mailbox, certified, which requires a signature, would add $2.95; the advantage there bein', if you weren't home, they will take it back to the post office for safe keepin', 'till ya come by and sign for it.

Any questions, feel free, email or call and sincere thanks for your interest!

Best, always!

505.215.2629

Like a Pond to the Sky; day in the life of a cowboy, lost in the learnin' of found. Jeune Bailey Hall, with photography by Brandon Johnson; poems, pictures and story. 70 pages, 26 color plates, 8x10 hardback.

"This is the gift of a life; our chance to know and remember, trust, what's good. Not some big idea, but the flavor. This is the gift of a heart; a place where we know and savor the flavor!"


jeune

Spring Break

Good Evenin'

Cold, cold, today! Fair breezy and cold.

And, I am wonderin' if I can keep up with my "column", here and spring, so I'm thinkin' to give it a rest; maybe try a few days or a week.

The critters are good and the weather supposed to shape up, here, with the week to come, but I end up goin' ta bed way too late and missin' the best of the day.

I don't reckin' anyone'll suffer and it might be a big plus for the critters and fences, etc.

Stay well and I'll keep ya appraised a developed mints!

Best, Always
jeune

Rosey Sunset

Good Evenin'

Tarred! The headache went away last night, but stomach is still on the blink. Didn't do too much today; mostly a little paper work, feedin' and firewood. All that wind we got, past few days, sure brought in the cold air.

Anyway, quiet day, and time for a little more reflection; beautiful longin' just to go deeper, really understand and appreciate life and all the gifts it holds.

I remember a nice old story about two young girls, growin' up with their grandmother down on the bayou. One was real pretty, the other more plain. The grandmother really spoiled the prettier one, even though the other was a hard worker and always did more than her share.

One day the plainer child was out lookin' for berries in the forest when she heard a cry, not faar from where she stood. The young girl ran to help and found an old woman who had fallin' in a small bog. She helped her out and helped her home, but when the old woman was settled and well, confessed she better return to her chores. The old woman, so pleased with her help, told her to look in the basket, propped in the corner and take some eggs before she left. The young girl declined any sort of reward, but the old woman persisted and the young girl relented. When she looked in the basket, to her great surprise, among the eggs, were some, covered with jewels. Stunned she turned and look at the old woman.

"Yes", she said, "they are beautiful, but I'll tell you a secret; take only the ones that talk to you, and you'll never be disappointed". The young girl modest and trusting, looked back at the eggs and tipped her head to listen. To her surprise, she could hear the plain eggs talking; ever so sweet and gentle. She gathered a few, thanked the old woman and hurried on back to her house.

Her grandmother greeted her at the door with a frown, asking if she knew the hour, but softened a bit when she saw the eggs and took them to the sink to wash. "Eggs tonight, to go with our soup", as she cracked the first in a bowl. But, to her great surprise, when she cracked the egg, diamonds and rubies came out. The grandmother was thrilled and jumped about, before cracking the others with the same result.

The pretty sister who'd been watching the fuss, became very jealous and demanded that her sister tell her where she got the eggs and once told, ran out the door and all the way to the old woman's house. She barged right in and demanded some eggs for herself. The old woman, with a knowing look, motioned to the basket in the corner. The pretty young girl, looked in the basket, saw the ones that were jewel encrusted, grabbed as many as she could hold and left without a word.

She ran home to show her grandmother and reclaim her privileged position, but when her grand mother cracked the eggs, they were only full of bugs; the jewels on the surface, only made of paste.

Always remember that story, when it comes to gifts, 'cause there's a million for sure, but I never wanta forget to listen, for the ones that speak to me.

Have a nice night!

Best, Always
jeune

A Question of Peace

Good Mornin'

Very mornin' here! But, I kinda had an upset stomach and a headache when I got back from town; fed the ponies and took a nap. Topped it off with some heart time and didn't start dinner 'til late.

Then I got drawn into a conversation on "the book"; good friend asked a question about what ya might say, that might make a difference, day after "Boston". It got pretty interestin' and I got pressed to say what I really felt; kindly but surely. It was really fascinatin' to follow it through and just watch the changes I went through. I'm not inclined to re-construct the whole thing, don't know if I could, but here's a sort of poem that came out at the end:

A river is made of drops
The world is made of people
A river can't run where the drops will not.

Peace is possible and it begins with you and me.

Have a nice day!

Best,

Thanks to Brandon Johnson Photography
jeune

Letter to a Friend

(Concerning the Wedo Dog and his curious, early mornin' disappearance.)

A bit of a mystery, but I went to give the boys a flake and here comes Wedo, all excited; seems he mighta been over at the log house. Don't know what got into him but, all's well and he's back in bed.

He's just a funny dog, every which way. Kinda like he's from another planet, with a culture, history, "religion" and sense of society all his own. As I may have mentioned, even the way his body's put together and the way he moves, all, just plain curious. I suppose on some level, it just makes sense; Australia, in many ways, might as well be another planet, what with the aboriginal people, strange animals and the vast wilderness. Maybe Wedo, just got a very high "Dingo" content, with all the curious magic, story and culture of the outback; I think I'm a big believer in "genetic" memory, just like the mustang boys.

I suppose also, why I love spendin' time with the critters; when you get into their "wordless" zone and just pay attention, somehow those stories get "told". And, somehow, I am transformed and enrichened; my own ancestral roots and stories awoken, deeply buried, perhaps, as they are. In all our bones, I suspect is the faint voice, of a time when we knew, we were all family; respect and appreciation, conversation, far more a part of our journey together through time.

Have a nice day!

Best,


jeune

The Jewel

Good Evenin'

And, another fair but breezy one. Did get to enjoy a bit, but "free minutes" on the phone, I do take advantage to catch up with friends and "boosters".

Anyway, passed it fairly well, made some nice connections and still had time, spend a few with the "Jewel"; Julio-Jewel. And, things are gettin' so nice between us, I'm thinkin' ta raise the bar just a tad; see if he might be willin'. He is a wild horse and I believe he's only seen a woman on a horse once, I arranged a "ride-by" one day, and I'm not one, bound and determined, every horse should be rid, but there's somethin' about the challenge, I believe would serve him well; somethin' about his self esteem, I can't figure a better way to address. And, where him and Ruben are both stud colts, it'd be a great way get him out for exercise and education. Could be there's little more touchin' than any critter's, come to believe in themself; anyone of us, comes to believe, we're loved and loveable.

I'll keep ya appraised a de-veloped mints!

Have a nice night!

Best, Always


jeune

Weather or Not

Good Evenin'

And, a pretty nice day; blue sky, sunshine, 60 some degrees, big puffy clouds, the wind kickin' up just a bit, afternoon.

Lot a correspondence today; checkin' up on boosters and friends. Did salvage some time for the ponies; boys got out for a romp and the bunch come in for a scratch and a flake.

All in all, a fairl lovin' day; even found time for some quiet with the Maker, which always redoubles my thanks.

I remember a wise man once telling me a story about someone that did little and accomplished a lot; sometimes I wonder if I'm not beginning to understand. That happens lately; some sense of a heavy dream breaking up, like clouds after a storm. Glimpses of blue sky and sunshine; fleeting but sure.

Have a nice night!

Best,

Thanks to Brandon Johnson Photography
jeune

Yes, I'd Be Jules

Good Evenin'

Nice as a day can be! 60 some degrees, big puffy white clouds, sailin' about and calm.

Didn't make it over ta see Sunny, his pickup's still dead, in front of the trailer, but I did get to some paperwork, a toot in the woods with the pups and a nice little workout with Julio.

I know there's some might criticize our progress, but short as we are, we sure have fun. And, I don't suppose most folks'd notice how far we've come; old Julio, when we first started, you couldn't even get near the pen, 'fore he shut down and withdraw inside himself, just like a turtle.
Every now and then, someone'll ask and I try to explain, but if ya haven't worked with horses much, it's so easy, assume that they're all the same. But, not only is every horse different, a truly wild horse, rounded up, goodness knows how and run through the forest service pens, well, that'll take all those differences and multiply 'em by tens. But if everyone understood, I mighten have the chance, so I'll just accept the remarks and sidelong glances, thank my lucky stars and take my time with Jules.

Gotta figure a way, squeeze a few more hours inta the day, but, life's always good for a challenge.

Have a nice night!

Best,


jeune

A Blustery Day With Big Puffy Clouds

Good Evenin'

And, yes, heels of the storm, a cool and blustery day.

And, to my great surprise, the ponies didn't even come in for breakfast. Frosty mornin', but the grass is comin' and they musta got a taste. Just as well, as, whatever hay we got, it's gotta last to August.

Correspondence, feedin' and firewood, otherwise; figured I'd give the weather a chance, warm up and settle down, 'fore I go back see Sunny. See what tomorrow brings.

And the Wedo dog's gettin' down right casual, almost, come time ta head for the woods. He sure makes me laugh; there's somethin' very "bear like", the way his body's put together and the way he moves. Then, a course his disposition, which is just plain goofy; Whichy does "not notice" pretty much, but sometimes I even see her starin' in disbelief. Anyway, sure makes fun outta gatherin' wood.

So, we'll put us ta bed and see y'all tomorrow.

Have a nice night!

Best,
jeune

Sunshine Lights the Heels of the Storm

Good Evenin'

Kinda cool and overcast, but no more precip.

Simple day; correspondence, feedin' and firewood. Opened the gate for the bunch last night, where the snow was fair deep and the night fair cold. They came in for breakfast, a nap and a light lunch, but headed on out, there after; those green sprouts a grass must be callin' their names.

Even cool, as it was, we likely lost three quarters a that snow and it's supposed to be warm tomorrow; gear up and see what we might get done, if it ain't too muddy ta move. Appreciate the quiet days of weather, where they're far fewer come summer.

Have a nice night!

Best, always
jeune

Behind The Front

Good Evenin'

And, ya, that's the way it looked this mornin'; and, it kept up all day! We must a got six inches or better, figurin' that the first of it melted when it hit the warm dry dirt.

Hauled a bale a hay out to the bunch, concerned about the old folks, Big, special. Used the hand cart, and headed out, lookin' back ta see the dogs opt "out"; too warm by the fire. Hauled it out a half mile or so and laid it out in seven piles, down by the pond. Whistled some but no ponies. So, I hiked over the hill, figure they might be hole up in the lee, where the wind was comin' from the southeast. Top a the valley I whistled again, hopin' the wind'd carry it out. No ponies. Dropped down into the valley and headed south see if they was in the pocket under the high pond. All of a sudden, here they come, out of a grove just west. They all come up on a trot and like ta smell the hay I'd packed, so, with little a do, they headed on home; didn't even offer a lift!

Took me a while catch back up, out another half a mile there, but, a course, they stopped when they spotted the hay in the clearing down by the Low Easter Pond. I stopped to check, everyone had a pile, when all of a sudden I hear this whinnin'. Looked around and there was Wedo, up under the trees, just south a the clearin'! He'd come all the way out, and look a things, all by his self. He was some excited, but there he was, a little shy a the ponies, but lookin' quite prouda his self!

The boys breakin' loose!

Have a nice night!

Best,
jeune

The Front

Good Evenin'

And, yes, it's spring; "freight train" winds today, as this front moved through. 70 degrees yesterday, 40 tomorrow with a possibility of snow. (Just so my friends to the north take heart!)

Anyway, side from feedin', firewood and a little collectin' debris, pretty much, me and the pups just "hole up" and took advantage for some extra prayer time. Nice thing about that relationship, I don't believe ya can ever get too much and like wine, it just gets better with age.

And, yes the Wedo dog's gettin' just a little more casual 'bout our daily trip for wood. Still a little unsure and he still appreciates his reassurance rub, now and then, but change afoot, no doubt. I suppose it's kinda like me and the city; an awful lot of input, he just ain't used to. See how it all works out; with the comin' a summer, me and Whichy'll sure get about.

So, I reckin' we'll call it a night. Love and Best Wishes, to one and all!

jeune

The Queendom

Good Evenin'

And, another fair day! Kinda carbon copy, here recent; sunny, breezy, 60 some degrees and cloudin' up toward dark.

Tried ta keep it simple today, after all my peddlin' yester; got up slow, fed the ponies, made some coffee and drifted again 'til noon. Got up, fed the ponies, made some breakfast and drifted again 'til four. Another cup a coffee and eased on back to work; feedin', firewood, a little correspondence, and a wee romp with the boys.

When we went for firewood, Wedo tagged along, with only a little encouragement. I thought to cross the crossroad, on the edge of the woods, see if he'd go down to the pond; I knew Whichy was due for a swim. And, he did, but only made it a little, for the "wide open", was a little to open and he hightailed it back to the woods. We were close enough, where Whichy got her swim, and I headed back ta comfort the boy; assure him we hadn't gone off and left. Little by little. Whichy's so confident, I mean queen of all she sees; sooner or later the boy's gotta figure, he's big enough for the job.

Anyway, patience; no tellin' what his life was before and nothin' grows courage like love. And, so
Wedo.

Have a nice night!

Best,

jeune

Round and Round, The Neighborhood

Good Evenin'

And, kinda similar; 60 some degrees, sunny and breezy. Cloudin' up toward dark.

As I mentioned to a friend, kind of an upside down day. Woke up this mornin' with five messages from four neighbors, all with an idea of what I should do today, none of which I'd planned on. So, I proceeded to sit there for about an hour, collectin' myself and figurin' how many birds I could get with one rock.

Anyway, we got most, but I had to cancel my rendez-vous with the Sunny colt and re-schedule for Monday. Don't like to do things like that but the owners truck was still down and the trailer's still loose, so we'll get it right this week.

Upside, I reckin', Ol' Larry sold two more books at the store, I re-cooped the neighbor's re-paired tractor tire and got to say "hey" to my friend that's got ta move. All said and done, just got home in time to feed, call it a day and make some sup.

I do what I can for folks, but truth be told, I sure miss my time with the critters; they don't talk or gossip, they're always glad ta see ya, they don't care much for yesterday or tomorrow, wouldn't know a politician from an electrician and just plain fascinated with what kinda fun, we can have right now! And, that's always a breath a fresh air.

Have a nice night!

Best,
jeune

Wedo's New World

Good Evenin'

And, another fine day! A little windy, but sunny and mild.

Got my correspondence done, talked to my tax lady, checked on the bunch, started my first load a laundry for the spring and spent some time with the boys.

Oh, ya and firewood. Almost forgot, but the Wedo Dog is gettin' where he likes a little romp in the woods. (For those of you just tunin' in, Wedo's a rescue dog, come up around Christmas) It started about a week ago; he used to watch me and Whichy go, then go back to bed. But, last week I started goin' out about 30 yards and kneelin' on the ground; just close enough where he couldn't resist, he'd come runnin', I'd give him a good rub, then he'd run home. Anyway, then it got to where he'd wait to see if I'd do it again, another 30 yards, then again, another 30 yards and now we're out to the cross road. He gets pretty excited and talks a lot, maybe more like singin', but now he'll come all the way out, runnin' back and forth 'tween me and Whichy, make sure both of us are payin' attention. Pretty funny, but I just never thought a dog could get so used to a "backyard" that a walk in the woods, might be too excitin'. He's just a funny kid! But, he's makin' effort and really it's no small deal; I notice he's got quite a "nose for news" and he's likely smellin' critters out here, he'd never a met in his yard.

And, tomorrow's another day, with Sunny Boy. I'll keep you appraised a developed mints.

Have a nice night!

Best,
jeune

Love and Trust

Good Evenin'

Well, another peach of a day; 60 somethin', blue sky and sunshine.

Did make it over to the neighbors, play with the Sunny colt. Turned out her truck wouldn't start, so we didn't do much with the trailer, 'cept put our front feet up on the tail. He was all ready to climb in, but, personal rule a thumb, "never load a young colt in a trailer that ain't hitched up"; stuff happens and a trailer flips up, or wiggles and slides on a young horse, it can take some doin', ever get 'em ta load again. Which takes us back to my other favorite, "ever find trust, don't break it; it is more precious than gold".

That's the thing about trust, when ya start ta see and feel, just how precious it is; it is a gift, but it sure comes with responsibilities. And, I reckin' that's true with just about any kinda real gift. And, that's a funny one, too. We might give each other presents; a watch, a sweater, a pair a sox or a car. But, it just occurred to me that a real gift, is something that can never be manufactured; like life. That's where those responsibilities come in; things that are alive, keeping them so, that's a delicate thing and dead one day, alive the next, well, life just ain't like that.

So, we just worked on "free forward motion", attention and feel, so's to build a good foundation and not to waste a trip. Toward the end, I give him a brush, put on his halter and went ta visit the trailer. And, like I said, he was ready to go, but once he put his front feet up, I figured it "good" and asked him to back on out.

That's likely the hardest part of workin' a young horse; ya even come close ta gettin' it right, special with a fine young one, and they get so tickled and pleased with themselves, they ready to friend you for life. Makes it kinda hard to go home.

Have a nice night!

Best,


jeune

Sky Dance at Sunset

Good Evenin'

Well, that stormy weather, they been predicting all week, finally come together around sunset. Fair dark up toward the divide, thunder and lightin'; all we got was a sprinkle. But the clouds put on a nice show; kinda meltin', like veils and turnin' all kinda colors, reflectin' the settin' sun.

And, just today, I started feelin' like I'd re-grouped, after my first outtin' of the spring, with that Sunny colt from down the way. And, tomorrow I go back, see if we can't get him comfortable with the whole trailer deal.

I been thinkin' about him and workin' other people's horses in general and speculatin' how, this might be my last go round; least for a good while. Maybe similar to a question I once heard an elder ask; "in this world, where everyone holds the banner of truth and lies underneath it; you're gonna teach your kid to tell the truth?". Haven't sorted it all the way out, but it is a good question.

It's just that there's so many other questions I have about me and horses and how we get along; what's honest, what's respectful, what's fair and they're so meaningful. Other horses that belong to other people, there's so many variables in there, the answers aren't so clear and even if the money mattered, all said and done, yer lucky, breakeven. I'm laughin', it's kind of the story of my life; never found money and meanin', happily married and meanin' was not negotiable.

Anyway, wonderful day in the neighborhood; ponies fed, the bunch are good, firewood's in, the pups are fine, my heart is close and clarity, ever more, yet.

Have a nice night!

Best
jeune

Weather or Not

Good Evenin'

Well, aren't exactly sure, why I paid so much attention to the weather people about this little storm, was supposed to come through, but, another fair day. A little overcast this after and some windy, but nothin' of major consequence; temp mighta dropped a few degrees. Anyway, maybe it was wishful thinkin', where I've been kinda busy with spring doin' and missin' my extra prayer time just a bit, when it gets messy it's way easier justify a little quiet time.

Fair bit a correspondence this mornin', lettin' folks know, our little book my make the May issue of Enchantment Magazine, then feedin', firewood and playin' with the boys. All went fair well and I did spot the bunch, when I was gatherin' wood; ya, they were hangin' in the low pasture, just in case I come by with a flake. And, so I did; well, it had cooled off and they said it might snow tonight, so I figured one flake a piece wouldn't brake the bank, least anymore than already. Laid it out on the dirt road, headin' up the hill. Sat myself down and enjoyed my upwardly mobile "approval rating"; it is a "mutual admiration society".

Late again, so we'll caller a day.

Have a nice night!

Best,


jeune

Dot's Ruben

Good Evenin'

And, not a bad day; bright and sunny for starters, then a layer of thick clouds come in on the wind, but all in all, not too windy and fair pleasant.

And, first of April, I fed the bunch their last flake, led 'em out to pasture afternoon and closed the gate; we gotta save what hay we got, get the boys through to August. Already stretched it, but god willin' we'll make it work.

Hate ta close 'em out, but I think for most it was time. And, sure was nice, see 'em all grazin' in the warm spring wind; Tubby and Funny, takin' a roll in the pond. Just peaceful, peaceful. And, I don't believe it'll hurt any one, they lose a pound 'fore the grass gets strong.

And, got to play with the boys again; Julio workin' on trimmin' his hooves, Ruben just lettin' him move, lookin' for the "feel". Think they both enjoyed themselves; Ruben, maybe most, but Julio too. They sure are different and I got a ways, unlock 'em both, but kinda like night and day; opposite ends a the rainbow, see about findin' the middle. Ruben's response to things that spook, is move, move, move. Julio, he's more inclined to stay real close, figurin' I'm the lesser of "evil". Some might figure Julio easier, but all that life in Ruben and his inclination ta move, could be, Ruben'll come around first. No doubt about it, either way, they ain't no domestic ponies; whole thing of workin' with people, not a thread in their dna.

Anyway, long day, it's late and I'm tarred. Try again tomorrow.

Have a nice night!

Best,
jeune

Horses and Colors

Good Evenin'

And, for all the forecasts of stormy weather, quite a peach of a day. Woke up kinda slow; first "get up and go" of spring, just two days with that colt and it sure left me feelin' my age. But, last time I checked, gettin' older was a natural phenomenon; also gives ya permission use large words.

But, rise I did, even if it was ta feed and eat some breakfast and take a nap. Not all bad, where I still got up and had some time ta play with the boys. Best I can, I sure wanta give them a go this spring. There are wild horses and wild horses; a lot I think would be closer to ferrel, might be wrong. But, these boys, sure are different and I'm told the herd they come from is one of the oldest herds of early spanish horses in the country. That said, I've waited and watched and asked myself all kinda questions, 'bout why they do what they do, are how they are, and I believe it's time to "get involved"; see what we might, can do.

Over the years, I suppose, I've asked myself all kinda questions about horses and people and how we get along; who they are, who I am and what's proper, respectful. Maybe all I can say is how lucky I feel, that Creator allowed, I could spend such time with them; inspirin', touchin', humblin', deeply movin', maybe most of all plain and beautiful, like the sky.

Can't think of any colors, I'd rather rub up against.

Have a nice night!

Best,

jeune

Sunny

Good Evenin'

And, yes it was, mostly, but that's also the name of the colt I got to play with again today. And, yes, he is a peach; smart, athletic and handsome. He'd calmed down quite some, this time around; still a little "ADD", but much better. More confident and relaxed. Again, we worked mostly of "free forward motion", played with the halter some and visited the trailer a bit; just a little coaxing and he put his front feet in twice. Second time, fair relaxed, stood up and looked around.

Always touching, see the trust in a young horse. Always reminds me, "if ya ever find trust, don't break it; it's a treasure more precious than gold!". And I'm gonna call it a day.

Have a nice night!

Best,
jeune

Big Puffy Clouds

Good Evenin'

And, a butte; mild, breezy and, ya, big puffy white clouds. Kinda unusual, see those kinda clouds, this time a year, but not surprisin' when ya figure everything's different these days.

And it got way late; old friend a mine posted a question on facebook, "what is real?". And, for some reason I was so excited to see somethin' like that, I couldn't help my self and I wrote a short book; non-fiction, best I knew how. He's a truly, fine horseman and he mighta been kiddin', but I still couldn't help myself. And, who knows, it mighta been embarrasin' for him and all his friends, but my heart wanted out and out it came.

I read it over, two or three times and can't say whether it made a lot a sense, but I knew the truth behind it, so I called it good and sent it off. He commented back with a smile, so I closed "the book".

I figure that's as close as it gets.

Course of it all, I was rememberin that quote from The Little Prince; "one sees clearly, only with the heart; anything essential, invisible to the eye". (St. Exupery) It's so easy to read that and say, "oh, isn't that nice; how sentimental". But, I've worked fair serious on that question and come to the beginning, not conclusion, that it's anything "but". There's a part of us that has nothin' ta do with the eyes or the mind, that truly can see; a way we can know that's not a thought. And, where heart's a good a word as any, it all makes perfect sense; what could be more essential than reality.

Have a wonderful night!

Best,
jeune

Feelin' All Right

Good Evenin'

And, another mild one; some overcast and breezy, but fair pleasant.

Got my chores done, my correspondence in, a wee load a firewood, lunch and off to see the young horse down the way. All went fairly well, though, first outtin' on the year, he was a bit wild and he did give me a wee "love tap" with a hind foot, on my blind side; so, I guess you could say we were both shakin' off the cobb webs of winter. We likely spent a good hour and a half together, and, time we were done, I'd say we were both pretty happy with the feel a things. Never got around to the trailer part, side my sittin' down on the back and him sniffin' round, but a good foundation, I believe we struck and Saturday, the weather holds up, we'll see if we can't build on the feel and check out the trailer.

Funny, a horse is all feel; but they get around us humans and figure they must be "wrong", where we can lack so much. All that time we spent, was just to remind him "he's right" and the best part of feel is "together". Sweet kid; tall and handsome, kinda chestnut with a black and flax mane, white socks and a big beautiful white blaze on his forehead and face. I should a took a "pic", but I'll try and remember next time; the picture above is me and Julio from a few years back. (Thanks to Brandon Johnson)

Have a nice night!

Best,


jeune

Talkin' to Myself

Good Evenin'

And, another pleasant day; kinda similar, sunny and breezy in the mornin' with a big thick layer that come in afternoon.

Runnin' around a little this mornin'; tryin' to get a couple a things in the mail, checkin' on my friend that had the accident and get it all done, feedin' too, for it was time to go work that young horse down the valley. Didn't quite work; I was runnin' late and the owner was a little tired from her runnin' around, so we'll try again tomorrow.

Otherwise still scratchin' my head a little on the spring/summer plan; so much I'd like to do but, seems to me I'm missin' some pieces of the puzzle. I am gettin' a little worried, but I just keep remindin' myself, "more faith, more grace; meantime do what you can". Course, I also remind myself, all the other times out here, it mighta looked like a dead end, but I'm still hear and I'm still breathin'. And, my other favorite is remindin' myself how satisfyin' it is to look back and say, "ya, all things considered, I really didn't waste too much time worried". Which generally brings me back to the beginning; "more faith, more grace, re-invest"!

Wonderful thing about Creator; near as I can tell, things that seem ta please are, general, good for us. I don't figure my worryin', ever made Creator smile, my heart any lighter, or day any brighter.

Have a nice night!

Best,


jeune

Partner Ships

Good Evenin'

And, kinda overcast; mild and calm, but a thick layer come in which just now seems ta be givin' way, lettin' the almost full moon shine through.

And, I'd venture that spring is in the air; come time to feed this evenin' and Gramma Burro through in a gig with her evenin' aria. She was bouncin' around like a spring chicken, almost; buckin' and kickin' at everything and no one.

And, I'm keepin' the boys in, a bit, see if their patch might come up with some grass, so we re-commenced our spring workouts, with a fair, good romp before dinner. The bunch too; I been cuttin' back on their rations, see if they might decide there's better pickin's out yonder and they are comin' in a little later, leavin' a little quicker, so I reckin' there's grass is on it's way.

And, believe it our not, a got a little job, man~ana, teachin' a colt to load in a trailer. Good fortune, really; one a the few things I can manage with a half baked arm and limited vision. But, hopeful both are temporary and things will pick up this summer.

Had an interestin interaction with an old friend who's sort of a mativational speaker; consults with big companies on management issues. He's workin on a project called "Humanizing the Workplace". It really made me think how so much of our culture is focused on the individual and competition, as opposed to native culture, that's more community/cooperation oriented.

I'm sure there are plusses and minusses, both ways, but it really inspired me to experiment, as much as possible, with the more co-operative model as i/we move forward with The Medicine Bend. At one point, I got talkin' about my "partnership" with the horses and how the "powerful-powerless" relationship really doesn't hold a lotta water out here, middle a nowhere. I cop a bad attitude and my horse is fully capable of leavin' me in the wash; so, there's a certain amount of responsibility and respect that works both ways. Bottom line we might not be the "top producers", but end of the day there's a lot of affection and appreciation, for each other and another great day, together on Mother Earth.

My other great inspiration; Bhutan and their "Gross Domestic Happiness Index".

Have a nice night!

Best,

jeune

Humble Apologies

Good Evenin'

And, good night; friend a mine had a bad accident. He's alright, mostly, but I spent a fair amount a time on the phone today, and everything got backed up.

So, it's late and I'm tarred; we'll give a go tomorrow.

Have a nice night!

Best,


jeune

"Con" Man

Good Evenin'

And, a hair more spring like, but out in the woods, you'd never know if it was spring or fall. Looked around while I was gatherin' wood and absent the green just yet, the light and the cold air, well it coulda been either. And, I figure that's right; sun likely hits the same angles, comin' or goin' and with all the wind we had past few days, the air had that same squeeky clean look, blue, blue sky, of a nice fall day and plenty cool.

Otherwise, same, same; a little correspondence, a little paper work, feedin' and the afore-mentioned firewood. Never made the neighbors, but we'll try again tomorrow; it was still fair windy and one a those Sundays, where the quiet, despite the breeze, just got a hold a my soul and the longin', "be close", my self, the critters and the woods, well, days like that, it just seems like a sin, fire up a god foresaken vehicle and go anywhere.

I reckin' that'd be a "con" day, as opposed to a "sin" day and it's always better "with" than "without".

Have a nice night!

Best,


jeune

The Music of Life

Good Evenin'

Well, it did blow today. We've had way worse, but relative to recent temps, it sure blew cold; only made 30 degrees.

Otherwise, helped a neighbor just a tad, find somethin' on the web, he needed for a job; sorry day when someone needs me ta find somethin' on the web, but there it was and I actually did. Then, paperwork, feedin' and firewood; wasn't much sense tryin' to do anything outdoors, wasn't plumb necessary.

Man~ana, if the wind dies down like it supposed, see if I can't deliver some flour to another neighbor; his wife's birthday this past week and their always real kind ta me. (Just hope they don't read this; hate ta ruin a surprise.)

And, it's pretty well dried up, so, the wind dies down, I might get after some ponies. Every one, just hunkered down or hole up, a day like today. Anyway, can't complain; weather in New Mexico can be stout, but by and large, no tornadoes, no hurricanes and few earthquakes. Last one, amount to much, I believe was 1906 and that was down on the Rio Grand.

One day at a time; no guarantees anywhere, far as I know. Good reminder though, kinda like musical chairs; whenever the music stops, ya always want a place to sit down. And, the good news is, ya don't have ta wrastle for this one; even while it plays, you can rest in the arm of creator. And then, when it stops, ya don't have ta rush around. I got the theory; prayin' on the practice. Oh, boy, am I prayin' on the practice.

Have a nice night!

Best,

P.S. Sometimes I forget, but thanks to Brandon Johnson for the photo.
jeune

Company

Good Evenin'

And, another pleasant one. Cooler for sure and still breezy, but by and large fair fair.

And, mildly productive; a little correspondence, a little paper work, feedin' and firewood. I'd say my biggest hurdle right now, is figurin' how to work the ponies back into the mix and, still keep the paperwork and correspondence movin' forward; and shore up four or five miles of fence and fix the well and clean the yard. But, I'll have it all lined out, any minute, now.

And, on a more serious note, "was grace that brought us save this far and grace will lead us on". Really do have to keep remindin' myself; took me better part a twenty years ta figure that some folks can put their mind ta things and goodness knows they getter done. Some, well, myself for example, just seems like there's a lot more askin' for help and direction; workin' on my inside, keepin' my attitude up and trusting' in that magical stuff called grace, that does require some consistent try on my part but always seems ta come with a sum far greater.

And, I suppose that's a "win-win" of a different sort; not only did ya getter done, ya had company, all the while. Come ta think of it, I did, once hear a wise man say, "it's ALL about the company!". And, for some of us, that's a very, very good thing.

Have a nice night.

Best,

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jeune

Light and Time

Good Evenin'

Well, the weather people don't seem to have the slightest grip on the forecast these days, which really isn't so surprising; doesn't seem like much of anything holds a lot of water these days. (No pun intended.)

Nevertheless, it wasn't a bad day; blue skies, sunshine with just a little more wind than anticipated but still shy of the freight train winds we're accustomed to, this time of year.

Took a run to town today, where my regular ride was back from visitin' her family and the grocery store had been out of a few staples, last week when I got a lift. All went pretty smooth, but the conversation did puzzle me just a little, where it seemed to keep takin' a turn toward trouble. I figure I'm as much to blame as anyone, but it is a trick these days, find a lot of good news, least that others are apt to welcome.

And, I sure can't point my finger at that ride, or that person, but I'm feelin' it all around, like a big question for myself; "are you ready to get truly creative?". Really, it seems there is so much "bad news" everywhere you look these days, it's like a big hint, "if you wanta feel good, if you wanta help others, you gotta pay more attention to the One that's nothin' but, good news.". That bein'
Creator, that would be the most creative!

And, that ain't all Polly Ana; I've seen it, both ways. One, when I'm really tuned in and feelin' the grace, the gift of life, and grateful, those are the happiest moments of my life. And two, when I'm really happy, inspiration, ideas, noticin' the good and beautiful; all those things just seem most natural. Creative, no?

And, even just rememberin' that, all of a sudden, I remember how different the light was today, with the wind and a little bit a dust in the air; the relief it gave to the mountains and hills, how silky the clouds looked. It was beautiful.

So, more creative, that's my conviction; serious, serious, serious. I believe we can embrace the light in our lives, to such an extent, that we never forget the good in our lives and from that we take strength, to nurse whatever, ain't quite. It's time; oh Lord, it's time.

Have a nice night!

Best,

jeune

Dream Catcher

Good Evenin'

Considered, today, how a nice day all depends on what's comfortable; and, by that standard it was a very nice one. Kinda overcast and breezy, but real pleasant.

Been a little pre-occupied lately with that friend a mine, got to move and tryin' to find a place for her critters. Just makes me consider all kinda things; way the world is, how people are and what I can do to help. Haven't really come up with any answers, save prayin' for help on my side, really understand; way I figure, more I understand, more helpful I can be.

Some folks got all kinda ideas on how to make things better and some got no shortage of energy make their "dreams come true". Thing I noticed is that a lot a those great ideas don't turn out to be good for everybody, or even good for the "dreamer" in the long run; I've seen that first hand and watched others around me. Things just aren't always what they seem; the "dream" and reality don't always match.

I guess that's why that "understandin'" stuff seems so important. Even if ya wanta help, even if ya wanta do right, real wisdom and direction can really make a difference. And, a course trust; the shortest distance from A to B, ain't always a straight line.
Ask a river.

Have a nice night!

Best,
jeune

Sleepin' Off the Past

Good Evenin'

And, a fair day at that; another little disturbance come through, cleared up on toward evenin', with another expected tomorrow. No moisture, breezy but not terrible cold.

And, not unusual, a little correspondence, feedin' and firewood, made up the day. Hopeful, tomorrow, the ground 'll be dry enough, I might get a start with the ponies; play with the boys, see where their attitude got, get a start on the hooves of the bunch.

Otherwise, the Wedo Dog's gettin' just a little bolder; venturin' out just a little, here and there. Funny how much he sleeps; he'd give ol' Stinko a run for the "gold". But, I figure he's re-programmin' his whole self; what with all the changes in climate and company, maybe too, him leavin' on tough terms, after his misunderstandin' with the owners chickens. But, he sure is a dog "all his own"; way he acts and re-acts, the things he gets upset about, excited about. Today, I started callin' him "little brother"; he's just so quirky, neither Whichy or I, quite know what to do, but he makes us laugh and he sure is good natured.

Anyway, gettin late; we'll see y'all man~ana. Have a nice night!

Best,

jeune

Patience and Trust

Good Evenin'

And, a fair day! The cold air did come in behind that little patch a clouds we had over the weekend and it was fair breezy, but all in all, not bad.

Made a little progress on the administrative side and took a look at the medical side, along with the feedin' and firewood, which don't sound like much, but everything takes time. I suppose I look more like a boss than a ranch hand, but if I had the dough, I'd hire someone for boss, in a new york minute, go get the ponies and head for the hills, happily pass my days fixin' fence.

But, way I figure, I've always been shy on patience, and the chance to learn, I've got in "spades", and for that I should be grateful. No wonder I keep comin' back to the story of ol' Odysseus, I believe he was headin' for home, but the jist of it was, his ship was headin' for cliffs; wind and tide all agin'. His crew was all a bother, runnin' and screamin', all about, but Odysseus, just had a hunch to wait. He waited and waited, his crew fit ta jump, when all of a sudden he saw the trick; it was one cliff in front of another, with a way between the two, back to open water.

And, way I figure, I've wiggled and wiggled, best I know how, only for sure, there ain't no easy answer. So, patience it is, I'll do what I can, but most of all be patient, so that, when the break comes, whenever, however, I'm poised and ready ta run; look back an just say "thanks".

Come ta think of it, I reckin' trust, is a big part of patience, and I do love trust; maybe I just never put "two with the two" and noticed the beautiful "four". But I sure have noticed, past few days, the value of "no" for doubt. It'll dress up like this, it'll dress up like that, but I do believe it's true; it'll only leave you poor. So, I'll stick with my old greek friend and his message passed down through time, if you wanta get home, only patience and trust'll do.

Anyway, good night and sweet dreams.

Best,


jeune

Thankful for Grateful

Good Evenin'

And, ya, much better today. I did sleep pretty hard and long, but woke up quite right. And, it was a fair nice day; last of the clouds blew out in the mornin' and a side from a cool blustery wind, it was quite nice. Spring time New Mexico, blustery is way fine; it's the freight train winds that get everyone a little bit edgy and take all our moisture up over to Oklahoma.

Cuttin' back a little on rations, try to gently, encourage the bunch, get after the grass that's startin' to show, but I go about it easy. One hand, I miss 'em when they stop comin' in and other, it don't hurt, if we give the grass a chance to get goin', 'fore the ponies start mowin'.

But, side from feedin' and firewood, spent a fair portion catchin' up with a few friends, been under the weather or weatherin' some trouble. Always interestin' how stuff comes out; with one old friend, who similar, understands the importance of quiet time, we started talkin' about how it changes our lives, in the most fundamental way. Somehow that time to stop and take stock, really does leave ya smaller and grateful, which might sound unimportant, but that simple change of perspective, makes the sweetest difference, it's hard to even get a grasp. I guess that's when the gratitude starts to get ex-ponential; how's that for a "five dollar" word.

Anyway, ex-ponential or why-ponential gratitude is really, really good company and it multiplies easily. Hope you have a nice night.

Best,

jeune

Road to Grateful

Good Evenin'

Well, kinda overcast and breezy; pretty mild though, fifty some degrees.

And, I didn't get much futher'n feedin' and firewood, today. Got a bite to eat in town yesterday and it musta had some a those chemicals in it, spun me out, somethin' awful; kinda tossed and turned all night and weren't worth a darn today. Did manage a little correspondance and checked a hoof or two, but that about summed it up.

And, what little I can see of the world beyond, a lotta folks sure havin' some hard times. So, up and downs, aside, I sure can't complain; horses and pups, chores, it's a steady world and, general, keeps me outdoors and active, which all by it self, is a gift, fair large.

Tomorrow's another day and we'll give it another run. Have a nice night.

Best,
jeune

Ears To The Sunset

Good Evenin'

Another peach; made 70 degrees today.

Got a phone call early; the neighbors wantin' to know if I ever made it to town. With a "no", we were on for 1:00 at the post office and on our way to town. Simple, pleasant trip; groceries and back by 4:00. Then, a course, feedin' and firewood, with a pinch a quiet time, 'fore dinner.

Outta the blue, we ran into another neighbor, in town, and she'd been meanin' ta give me a call. Seems there's a lady from Farmington, tryin' to help the mustangs from the "rez" and she was lookin' for help. Kinda interestin', where that was one of my newer wrinkles, in my ruminations, regardin' the Bend, where both the youth and the wild horses, are in need support and direction. Biggest question, whether I'm too far behind the curve, be able to lend a hand, but we'll give her a call, see what's what; ya never know, 'til ya try..

Otherwise, heartwise, did occur to me, my brief quiet time, there 'fore we cooked some beans, how amazing it is this life I have. Even when I'm completely distracted, something remembers me; it must, I don't make my heart beat or always remember to breath, but something does. And, for some reason it just hit me, how amazin' that is; how kind and personal. Just made me wonder, if ever, I could remember it, like it remembers me.

Have a nice night!

Best,
jeune

Guess Which Way The Hay Man Comes

Good Evenin'

Sixty-five degrees in Grateful; little green sprouts of grass, here and there.

Stayed up way late last night, workin' on a little story and, a course, got up a little late. Gotta find a way ta discipline myself just a little; get after ponies AND keep after my correspondence and paperwork. Little by little, it's only March and I'm only sixty; that discipline stuff can take time.

But, man, oh man, what a day. And, I sure can't complain, I actually enjoy 99% of, pretty much, all my jobs; I suppose, no surprise, it's just I enjoy ponies the most. So, the correspondence and paper work is more what I "have" to do, keep everybody fed. Some people were just gifted with all the interest, in all the things, have little to do with money.

And, there, too, I figure it's all a gift; things I need to do, prayers I need to pray, efforts I need to make, they're all a part of the "better and better", that ain't always easy, but somehow serve to cure the soul, accordin' to some ancient alchemy. Writin', too; my chance to remember how precious it all is, and give it my best everyday.

Have a nice night!

Best,
jeune

A Grateful Sunset

Good Evenin'

And, another fine, fine day. Musta got right up toward 60 degrees; blue sky and gentle breezes.

Made a few connections regardin' the book, talked to one a my partners in the crime, discussed a few technicalities we might clean up and the next few steps, get up the web site for The Medicine Bend. Seems our "time out" for winter was a good thing; lettin' the dust settle from our first edition, lookin' around for the bigger picture, seein' what pieces we got, which ones we might look for next.

Anyway, that part felt pretty good and promisin', and, I still got to spend a little time with the horses and pups; feedin' and firewood ta boot.

I reckin' that's all you can ask of a day; a few good connections, a little time with loved ones, a little food, a little warmth and a lot of gratitude. Maybe that's another blessing of our winter break and the extra quiet time, come with; just a chance to slow the rush within, really get back to the appreciation of one day and small victories. Trusting that good little pieces, do add up, to great puzzles, we never could have figured, by grace we'll never explain.

Have a nice night!

Best,

jeune

Siesta

Good Evenin'

And, a beautiful day in the neighborhood! Sunny, 50 some degrees with gentle breezes.

And, that new moon musta made a difference; woke up just fine this mornin'. Got everyone fed, checked in on a friend who's been a little under the weather, actually two, and headed off to the tradin' post.

I thought about makin' a stop, comin' home, a book I still need to deliver, but knowin' the ponies'd be needin' a flake and the boys'd be lookin' for "out", decided to come straight on back. And, it's gettin' funny and funnier watch the Wedo warm up; actually the both of them, Whichy, too. Stinko was "the boyfriend", Wedo and her, it's more like big sister, little "goofy" brother. But they're sortin' it out, and time for the forest and firewood, Wedo even came out about 30 yards; I goaded him just a little, down on my hands and knees, but out he came, got a rub, then decided "that was pretty good for today".

Anyway, got a few groceries and, hopeful, now, with the milder weather, I can make a little headway, here around the yard.

Keep comin' back to that "trail less travelled". It's kind of an "edgy" way to live. I mighta mentioned before, how there's really nowhere to look for reassurance, but a course there is; trick is, it's that place within', where there are no words, just a step, a prayer, trust and a feel.

I am extremely lucky, same time; fact is there is no "trail well travelled". We might think so, and think there are all kinda folk we can ask for advice and reassurance. And, it might even appear to be true, but as the "good book" says, "it's never been you, never today and we've never been here before". Beautiful quote I remember from a great saint; "Lord I am blind; You, my only stick".

Have a nice night!

Best,

jeune

Color of Spring

Good Evenin'

And, a darn nice day! Blue sky, sunshine and pretty near 60 degrees.

Made a loop to check my gates, the roads and ponds; pretty as can be, deer and elk grazin' here and there. The Wedo dog, still ain't too sure about leavin' the yard; stay home and moan for lonesome. But I think he's softenin' up; he seems to be gettin' fair fond of both, me and Whichy and with the warmer temps, I don't reckin' it'll be too long, 'fore he finds a way.

Otherwise, feedin' and firewood, but with the mud dryin' up and a little more light, we'll soon have time and footin', get out and about; work with ponies and clean up for summer.

And, somewhere in these early ta mid days of March, I met my heart teacher, forty years ago. Someone once told me it was the eleventh; I thought the thirteenth. So, I decided on the twelfth; technical, today's the new moon, but come to find out, that means no light. Tomorrow it's supposed to show 1%, which'd be a cowboys's new moon. Either way, I've come ta figure, if I'm grateful and hopeful, doin' my best, it was what it was and it is what it is.

Last night I was listenin' to a talk he once gave; talkin' about his son describin' this particular dessert he'd once had. He kept askin' his son what it was like, and all he would say was "mmmm". Then, one day someone made it for him; then he knew what "mmmm" meant.

So, maybe it's similar, forty years, listenin', learnin', applyin' what I learnt, best I know how, "mmmm" works pretty good.

Have a nice night!
jeune

Six Inches a Snow

Good Evenin'

Come and gone in 48 hours; the snow that is. Didn't sound like it was gonna be so nice today, but a side from a cool breeze and a lot of mud, it was quite a beautiful day!

And, a course I couldn't figure, how it was I woke up so late, this mornin', 'till I remembered, "it ain't as late as they think". But, I best not get started on politicians, think they can work things any which way, 'cept, a course a budget.

And, it bein' Sunday, I justified another "quiet one", figurin' that might be the last dose a winter, and, this week, we'll gear up for some spring cleanin'. And, I'd say it paid, feelin' just a little more clear on my priorities and focus.

Might be a few things I listened to, recent, but I reckin' this whole weekend, I was musin' on the notion, put forth by great teachers, across the ages, maybe most familiar, summed up by that wonderful fella from Gallilee, where he talked about heaven and children; which I tend to associate with the "camel and the eye of the needle".

Can't remember who, when or where, but someone once explained to me, how the "eye of the needle" was a little door next to the main gate, back when cities were walled around. Anyway, somethin' about size and simplicity, just really been on my mind, in my heart, when it comes to courtin' the peace and wisom, makes my life sweet, like a good old friend, whenever it comes ta visit. And, whenever it does, it just leaves me sure, whatever it takes, fix up my house, that "friend" might one day remain, that's a beautiful life.

Have a nice night!
jeune

A Smidge a Sunshine

Good Evenin'

Not much more snow, since yesterday, and it kinda looked like it was breakin' up this evenin', but I reckin' we'll find out tomorrow.

And, another simple day. Feedin', firewood and a quick run to the neighbors, borrow a little corn flour. Sounds like they might make a run to town, this week and they offered ta give me a lift. My other friend with the broke down truck, had to go outta town, visit her mom, and I sure could use some staples, that the tradin' post don't carry.

Anyway, it'll all work out, one way or tuther; the heart fire's burnin', and last time I checked, we was still on course and coverin' sky.

And, unsettled and all, it was a beautiful day; cool and moist, the branches all frosted and heavy with the wet snow of spring. The woods were quiet, the walkin' was easy and I did find some wood, wasn't covered.

I made a loop early, where the bunch hadn't come in for hay; I wasn't real concerned, but I was curious as to where and what they were doin'. And, like I said, the air was so fresh, it was kinda invitin'. Funny, about the bunch; all that wet snow, with mud underneath, I couldn't find a track. I made a fair loop; down the line, up over the ridge, across the top and back down to camp. Then when they showed up, about two, and I made a run for wood, same, same; I couldn't figure where they'd been or which way they got back to camp. Sometimes I think they just disappear; "re" when they make up their mind. Wouldn't surprise me a bit; always figured them mostly magic, just hang around to keep me from trouble.

Have a nice night!

Best,

jeune

Spring Time in New Mexico

Good Evenin'

And, yes, ya gotta love it; yesterday, sunny, dry and 60 degrees, this afternoon, thunder, lightin' and snow comin' in sideways.

Lucky I had checked up on the weather, and I spent the mornin' fetchin' some extra firewood; supposed ta be a few days, similar.

And, this mornin', I had a sort of vision, or maybe, just a little understandin', "eye of the heart" and all, but, it was some inspirin', in a back handed kinda way. Just occurred to me, how, when ever I get serious and muster my heart, creator/maker, whatever ya wanta call it/him/her, always seems to be right there, immediate, ready to respond; gently, quietly, but, oh, so surely.

So, it got me thinkin', how I must have fabricated a whole raft of finely crafted rationals and reasons, why I can't/don't live in that kinda close relationship, all the time; actually, excuses was the term that hit me. At first it was kinda confrontin' and that's a good thing, my mind, some parta me cheatin' my heart out of a much, much richer life, it oughta raise a question. Then I remembered, how much it takes to change and it made me relax; not forget, I hope, but relax.

Love really does have a pull, special you start talkin' about the maker; you're talkin' "hardy" stuff. And, like that poem of Hafiz, I was rememberin' the other day, where he talked about the "whirlpools awful roar", it can be a tad "hair raisin'"; all that power we might suppose and it could be all love?

I believe the maker is well aware of my rational, reasons and excuses and doesn't hold much of a grudge. Seems ta me, over time, he/she, musta got used to the fact that the love he/she "packs", is a LOT and us humans need some room and time, make peace with it all; learn to trust and enjoy. That, when we are "ripe", clear, sure and full of trust, we can take that ride, with complete appreciation; no fear.

Anyway, heck of a way to start a day, no? But, I hope I don't forget; and not just the patience, but equal my try. 'Cause I do believe, that life is for learnin', and patient or not, more and closer I can stand to the fire, more the warmth can speak to my heart and my heart can learn to trust.

Have a nice night.

Best,

jeune

Sprint Time in New Mexico

Good Evenin'

And, yes, ya gotta love it; yesterday, sunny, dry and 60 degrees, this afternoon, thunder, lightin' and snow comin' in sideways.

Lucky I had checked up on the weather, and I spent the mornin' fetchin' some extra firewood; supposed ta be a few days, similar.

And, this mornin', I had a sort of vision, or maybe, just a little understandin', "eye of the heart" and all, but, it was some inspirin', in a back handed kinda way. Just occurred to me, how, when ever I get serious and muster my heart, creator/maker, whatever ya wanta call it/him/her, always seems to be right there, immediate, ready to respond; gently, quietly, but, oh, so surely.

So, it got me thinkin', how I must have fabricated a whole raft of finely crafted rationals and reasons, why I can't/don't live in that kinda close relationship, all the time; actually, excuses was the term that hit me. At first it was kinda confrontin' and that's a good thing, my mind, some parta me cheatin' my heart out of a much, much richer life, it oughta raise a question. Then I remembered, how much it takes to change and it made me relax; not forget, I hope, but relax.

Love really does have a pull, special you start talkin' about the maker; you're talkin' "hardy" stuff. And, like that poem of Hafiz, I was rememberin' the other day, where he talked about the "whirlpools awful roar", it can be a tad "hair raisin'"; all that power we might suppose and it could be all love?

I believe the maker is well aware of my rational, reasons and excuses and doesn't hold much of a grudge. Seems ta me, over time, he/she, musta got used to the fact that the love he/she "packs", is a LOT and us humans need some room and time, make peace with it all; learn to trust and enjoy. That, when we are "ripe", clear, sure and full of trust, we can take that ride, with complete appreciation; no fear.

Anyway, heck of a way to start a day, no? But, I hope I don't forget; and not just the patience, but equal my try. 'Cause I do believe, that life is for learnin', and patient or not, more and closer I can stand to the fire, more the warmth can speak to my heart and my heart can learn to trust.

Have a nice night.

Best,

jeune