Navigating by the Sun

All directions meet in your hand. Open it and read the compass you hold.

Because,

until you’re sure which direction you face, there is no knowing

Are you watching a sunrise or the sun set. It matters, you see.

Are we moving, now, into a fresh day

or a long, dark night.

So, read the compass with care.

Either way, change is coming.

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universe-sunsetwaterPhoto Credit: Anita Bowen Photography

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The Clean Sweep

Legends tell of a people who are naturally organized; their homes are consistently neat and tidy. They have a designated place for all of their things. In these remarkable homes locating keys, phones, and that other shoe takes no time at all. I’ve seen these homes on TV and heard they exist in real life. In these homes all the rooms are clean at the same time. I’m a little jealous of these people.

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The Coming Storm

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The dark clouds climb in the distance. And there’s time. There’s time to hustle down the ridge ahead of the rising wind. Time to get inside before the path gets slick and turns dangerous.

But, there’s also time to find a firm place to stand and face the coming winds and driving rains. Time to stay and to shout into the raging storm.

It’s time to chose where to stand as the thunder rolls in.

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Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography

 

Waking in the Night

Last night, in the silence of 1am I woke, as one does.

What you do with your middle of the night wakings is your mystery.

I can never get right back to sleep until

I’ve made my rounds to settle my mind.

During my wakeful 1 o’clock, my first stop was the bathroom;

someone needed to check it was still there. It was. Continue reading “Waking in the Night”

Leaking Rainbows

A few days ago, I went down to the bottom of my yard to refill my chickens’ watering cans. I was feeling pretty sprightly because we had just replaced our old hose with a newer, longer model. This hose reaches all the way from the house and down to the gate of the chicken yard. No more lugging 5 gallon buckets of water up and down hill for this old lady. Continue reading “Leaking Rainbows”