Birds, Dogs, Trees, the River · Grace · If You Enjoy Your Life · Poetry

Turning

Turning toward fall, I give thanks for the restorative time spent this summer with family, friends, and the earth!   Always, too, I give thanks for birds. I am a secret poet and not a very good one at that. I especially like to write poemish things to remember some of the birds I see and… Continue reading Turning

Birds, Dogs, Trees, the River · Grace · Poetry

Morning meditation

My poor, neglected blog! One sure thing about a personal blog: it only gets updated if you update it. I have a backlog of pictures, guest posts, and wonderful horse books to share. But time remains finite, and I guess I always find ways to spend my time other than here. Back in February, I… Continue reading Morning meditation

Books · Poetry · Shows & Events

I Want to Be A Rodeo Rider

Cowboy Up! Ride the Navajo Rodeo by Nancy Bo Flood, Photography by Jan Sonnenmair Picture book, Ages 8 and up Boyds Mill Press/Wordsong, 2013 978-1-59078-893-6 Junior Library Guild Selection Have you ever opened a book just because you’re curious? Maybe the title or the cover grabs your attention. Isn’t it often a question that makes… Continue reading I Want to Be A Rodeo Rider

Poetry · The Eclectic Horse

Wonderponies: I’m a believer

Look at this sweet mare reclining in the hay! Her whole name is Saved by an Angel, and last week on the trail she lived up to her name. Four of us went out for a ride on a cool, cloudy afternoon.  The sky was gray but the fields and the forest popped with every… Continue reading Wonderponies: I’m a believer

Grace · If You Enjoy Your Life · Poetry

Look to this Day

My mother-in-law specializes in acts of kindness. I've posted about her generous spirit before here and here. She knows I'm worrying about my horse, and this morning she emailed me her favorite poem, by 5th Century Sanskrit poet, Kalidasa. So, now I'll take my own favorite advice: breathe in, breathe out. repeat. Look to this… Continue reading Look to this Day

Albert · Birds, Dogs, Trees, the River · Grace · Poetry

Symbol of His Service

Photo: All About Birds, Red-headed Woodpecker I'm avoiding writing about Albert. Oh, there's a lot to say. A lot of ruminating to come on questions of health and injury, beliefs and fairness. Some wisdom, I hope, will come from Albert, our family, and our vet. He has survived a medical crisis. Right now, it seems… Continue reading Symbol of His Service

Birds, Dogs, Trees, the River · Poetry · RVA

Herons and Shad and Poetry

Last night, I dreamed that I was walking at the river, down at Pony Pasture. In my dream, there were Great Blue Herons everywhere! Not a stretch, really, since there actually ARE Great Blue Herons everywhere on the James. [And lately, I can pretty reliably sight a kingfisher, too. No, not the beer. The bird.]… Continue reading Herons and Shad and Poetry

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Interview with JACQUELINE WOODSON, Author of IF YOU COME SOFTLY « GIRLS OF SUMMER

Over on Girls of Summer (a summer reading list blog with Meg Medina, a great friend and beautiful writer), check out our interview with author, Jacqueline Woodson. For Girls of Summer, Meg and I selected 18 of our favorite books for girls. From picture book to YA, these books all have strong, amazing girl characters.… Continue reading Interview with JACQUELINE WOODSON, Author of IF YOU COME SOFTLY « GIRLS OF SUMMER

Birds, Dogs, Trees, the River · Grace · Poetry

Wild Puppy, Wild Oak, Wild Me

There is a vital energy within each of us that connects us to the earth. Sometimes this connection is so fundamental that we easily forget: I breathe; the tree breathes. Sometimes, our connection to nature is so surprising that we laugh out loud: I eat a pizza; the crow demands pizza crust. Spending mindful time… Continue reading Wild Puppy, Wild Oak, Wild Me

Equine Geriatric Care · Grace · Poetry

Something I dream about

Yesternight, my daughter often said when she was little. She liked to make these perfect words, at that age when precise oddities of language were so precious. Yesternight, so dreamy, so full of possibility already sprung free from the imagination, now, today coming into being. Yesternight, sacred like vespers sweet like whispers of horses named… Continue reading Something I dream about

Books · Poetry

Timbre in Vermont

Last summer, on the way up to Vershire, Vermont to drop off my daughter and her good friend at riding camp, we stopped at the Vermont Welcome Center on our way up 91 and discovered a brochure for the Robert Frost Stone House Museum in South Shaftsbury, outside of Bennington. Visiting a beloved writer's home… Continue reading Timbre in Vermont

Birds, Dogs, Trees, the River · Grace · If You Enjoy Your Life · Poetry

If you enjoy your life, kiss your daughter

I had a whole other post I've been working on about purpose and gratitude. I'll definitely get to finishing up that one, but not tonight. I actually had a kind of hard day today. You know the story - who doesn't? I woke up all during the night last night, my writing this morning felt… Continue reading If you enjoy your life, kiss your daughter

Albert · Poetry

We Journey to the Day

"I sing to use the waiting, my bonnet but to tie, And shut the door unto my house; No more to do have I, Till, his best step approaching, We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away." Emily Dickinson, Part Four: Time and Eternity CXIV