Stay outside until the sun is low, reluctant to let the day end, tidying halters, raking loose hay into stalls, dragging my feet. Not ready. Just that this sweet ordinary day, this warm season, will soon be carried off in the wind, gone to seed. Loosening my grip from what I know will be … Read more
Walking the Farm
Grappling with the Infinite through a peep-hole in my speck-of-dust life.
Temporary light, forever with us.
Trigger warning: The peaceful passing of a well-loved horse.