Where ya been?

Sorry Barnyard... I've been busy hanging with my other blog:  http://coreeqlifecoach.blogspot.com

I'm hoping to get back to you or even better, I'm planning on you being a real book someday.  Hang in there, you are close to my heart and under my feet.

Rain

 

When it rains after a long dry spell, the grass and dirt smell like wealth to me.  Everything at first sucks in it's stomach against the shock of the cold until the warmth of their bodies find a middle ground between the cold of the sky and the heat of the sun. 

And then

everything seems to take a deep breath and soak in one more day of life.

Mother, May I?

Remember this?

I wanna cookie!!!”

“Ask nicely.”

“Can I have a cookie?”

“Please…”

Sigh, “May I please have a cookie?”

“Not now, you are about to have dinner.”

Did you think you didn’t get the cookie because you didn’t want it enough? That you, in some deep part of your soul, either didn’t have enough belief in the cookie? Perhaps you didn’t get the cookie because you didn’t say it in just the right way. Or maybe, your mother knows better than you do what is best for you in the long run. Maybe you aren’t vibrating the right energy to match the cookie’s vibrations. Maybe if I had been raised to believe in Christ as my Saviour I would have gotten a cookie. Or maybe Mohammed? Venus? Zeus??!!! What kind of sacrifices does a kid gotta make to get a damn cookie!!!!

Do you think George W got the cookie when he asked for it?

Maybe there wouldn’t be a world financial crisis if we just had gotten the cookie or if our mothers had said, “Here, you can have the cookie. But you can’t eat it now. This is the only cookie you get for the whole day. So if you eat it now, you won’t have it for later.”

Are you still trying to figure out how to get the cookie?

And if you have figured it out, does that mean you need a glass of milk now?

I think I will advertise myself as a Cookie Coach.

Overwhelm

This is a big tree.

Or maybe these are little people.

Is there too much out there?

Or not enough of me in here?

If out there, then I'll take smaller bites.

If in here, then I'll think bigger thoughts.

It is just a tree.

I'm only me.

Full Stop

Sometimes it all seems pointless.

Writing this blog; putting my name out there; working my horses; getting up in the morning.

Whatever.

And yet, here I am again- starting over.

There's a tenacity to living. I can't get away from it.

And so, here I am again.

Hello me, did you miss me?