tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15174999856568685072012-01-27T21:09:25.122-06:00Making the best of what is.Maery Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09897994913879836634noreply@blogger.comBlogger4751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517499985656868507.post-68529172812681373742012-01-24T20:59:00.000-06:002012-01-24T20:59:30.374-06:00

Just walking Luke on a lead line last Saturday started him coughing, and I decided I couldn't handle the "wait and see" for another week. So my kind and generous friend Cheryle hauled Luke and I to the vet office today. Luke did not appreciate having a tube stuck through his nose and into his airway, and I didn't like standing by watching. I was glad Cheryle was there for moral support. It also

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I went to a gathering of the Sandhill Photography group last Friday night. Besides having some great food, there was a presentation by Ron Hustvedt of Write Outdoors, which included ideas on how and where to get your photos published. Club members also brought slide shows of photos they took in 2011. My slide show is in my previous blog post. It was fun looking at everyone's photos. I'm a

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I'm getting together with a group of people to share our favorite photos of 2011. I knew I took a lot of photos but was still surprised at the quantity. And I was surprised by the 'feeling' of the year that started to emerge as I pulled out my favorites. 2011 was a tough year for so many people, I wasn't expecting to find the kind of photos that I did. Then the song "Valuable" by Furlough

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I'm on Vision and Verb today. I almost re-edited my post there after some of the comments I've had lately on my blog and on Facebook. You'll see the portion of it I'm referring to. But I left it as is because I'm a work in progress, and I'm writing about the journey. Journeys include bumps. Thank you all for your positive comments on my previous post. I've been putting some things off for so

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It's the middle of January and I haven't yet written about my intentions for 2012. They are not resolutions. Gasp! None of that malarkey for me! It's simply that I want to put myself out there more -- not in some obscene, exhibitionist way, I'll spare you that horror. And not in some reveal all, do all, kind of way. Instead, I want to take the risk to do the things I've been putting off while:

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During the year of the snowless winter that sucketh, it was difficult for some citizens of the Minnesota kingdom to get excited about skijoring. Those people (like me) who tend to be more into the fun aspect of hooking up to a dog and having her bound down the trail, propelling them on their skis faster and faster, may pay for their folly by being joyfully pulled into a tree. Thus, when an

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Have you seen the towering trees Tower walking their dogs? Ssshhh!Close encounters of tree kind... Did I mention I saw a cloud formation today?A pipe, like my Dad used to smokeAnd alongside itA match with a sunset orange flame SorryI didn't have my cameraYou'll just have to take my wordI can't make this stuff up I follow trailsWhere many men have gone before Could this be the stairway to

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Snow has many soundsDepending on the temperaturesBefore, during, and after Walking the pathsIt can be likeStepping on Rice CrispiesSnap crackle pop! SqueekyLike new tennis shoes On a gym floorOr shooshy Like a slinkyComing down the stairs These days,There is an abundanceOf slip and slideIf you are into that sort of thingI am not Whatever the soundI love my snowAnd wish it would stayAnd

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Last Sunday, New Year's Day, was the holiday gathering of the stable women, as in horse stable women, not necessarily sensible stable women. With six women riding in an indoor arena, there was no putting Luke into automatic pilot and taking photos. After all, we were doing quadrilles. And it was no easier coordinating a photo of horses and riders in the barn. This was the best I could do.

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My brain is so full that it's hard to sort through it all and write a blog post. Usually, around the first of the year, I take some time to reflect on the previous year and ponder what I might want to do differently in the future. It's not so much a time of making resolutions, like "I'm going to lose ten pounds," although I'd like to do that too. It's more thinking about the path I've been on

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It's been a hell of a day... a hell of a week. But I'm going to shut up about my issues and talk about something fun... like Christmas presents! Yes, I love the color red, especially in the kitchen. Well, unless it's blood. That kind of red is no good, but I received a gift for avoiding such mishaps. (By the way, the candle holder is an old light fixture I found in an antique store.) But back

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In the measurement world, we set a goal and strive to achieve it.  In the universe of possibility, we set the context and let life unfold.  -- B. Zander, The Art of Possibility I have post on Vision and Verb today. I hope you'll check it out!

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I came down with some sort of sinus, achy, exhausted thing on Christmas Day and have been laying low. Fortunately, I did get out on Christmas Eve and got to enjoy homemade pasta, beer and cheesecake with good company to boot. Eccellente! I also got in a few pleasant walks with the Brew Babes before I was taken down. I thought perhaps I had discovered Big Foot but decided this was probably

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On those daysWhen energy leaksDo not fight itBut join the seepYou will findA better dayJust give it upLet sleep have its way Sorry. Not exactly your cute Christmas present dollies... I was feeling artsy.  I played a bit of magic with a bobber that the Brew Babes and I saw in the tree on our walk today too. A little bait of Christmas tree decor... (snort, giggle, snort) The ducks on the river

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It was up around 45 degrees today, unseasonably warm for this time of year. It's sad for me that this will be a brown Christmas but I did enjoy riding Luke outside with my friend Cheryle. Before I rode, I noticed that Luke's eye, which has been weepy for awhile, is not getting better, and it looked bad enough today that I think a vet call is in order. I haven't been too worried about it since

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I'm looking forA rhythmLike hoofbeatsOn rockLike a riderWho is joinedIn the upAnd the downAnd the breathAnd the heartAnd in knowingThis is right You know the feeling. Golfers and baseball players call it the “sweet spot”. It’s that moment when you get it just right. The longer you are able to hold and repeat that rightness, the more excited and happy you feel. There has to be a moment, a

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The ice princess Surveys her kingdom She seeks out her trusty steedTo carry her on her journey Perhaps they will jump onto a shard of iceAnd float to New Orleans Or they may simply stand on shore Watching the ice burn orange

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Okay, I tried to resist, but here it is – my whiny post. And it’s long and I don't even have any cute photos to throw in here. I could just leave it at one sentence – I feel like crap. But no, I’m going to go on and on and on about it, because that's just the kind of woman that I am. Oh, wait, here's a photo! First off, I’ve been trying to lose a few pounds and instead have gained two. I’m

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Today I have a post on Vision and Verb on the magic of words. I hope you'll check it out.

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Attention: This preempts a previously planned post that sounded too darn whiny. A winter walkLit by snow lightQuietSssshhhHear the snow And geese gathering And ice movingCreeeekkkking And dogs wandering And wondering Sssshhh Pause Listen

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Here is proof positive that I'm not very good with money. I own a horse. And he's looking kind of wooly too. And yeah, I left his sheet off after I rode so his sweaty self could dry a bit in the mild weather. Nothing says spend, spend, spend like a horse does. Make that spend, spend, spend, spend, spend if you also show your horse. Showing means a high quality horse, lessons, trainers, show fees

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When life has got me feeling dead,What makes me feel better is homemade bread Cozy, cutish slippers are also goodJava would wear a pair if she could I’ve been quite busy lately trying to figure out how to lower my financial stress. I've been an ultra-mega cranky pants looking at bills. This stressed out, raving b#@ch feeling is not pleasant and it has to stop. This month of December, I’ll be

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It's been three years ago today that my Dad passed away. The photo above is the last shot I have of us together. It was taken in May of 2008. My Dad left behind a lot of questions and having those questions go unanswered, has left behind some hurt. But this morning, I remembered my Dad by making up a smoothie that he would have admired. Because, you see, he believed strongly that you should

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If you've been reading this blog for awhile, you know that I am no fashionista. I try sometimes but have neither the time, patience, nor money. Especially when you don't have a lot of money, you need the first two attributes -- time and patience -- to find the good deals. And fashion sense helps. I do best when accompanied on shopping trips by a second set of eyes to help me know when I've gone

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Have you ever looked through your camera lens and seen something you've never noticed before? Have you ever looked back at your life and seen a you that you didn't expect, a new angle come to light? I see the humor in a tongue flick and smile. A dog's version of bunny ears perhaps? I see the mystery in clouds floating on water and feel dreams rising to the surface. I see the stark bravado

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This weekend did not go according to plan. Some very wet snow, followed by a dive in temperatures brought out the wimp in me, I'm embarrassed to report. Instead of being outdoors, I went into cooking and nesting mode. Saturday, I needed to use up my remaining bread dough so I made three more baguettes, only I went with one pound loaves instead of half of a pound. Then I had some tomatoes that

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I have started to write. And this has meant going back through old blog posts and journals, looking at the journey I've been on. Much of it is not too pleasant to remember. But I think it's important to look at the story from the perspective I have now and allow the story or poetry or whatever it is to simply unfold.  But then it is important to come back and ground myself in everything that is

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All suffering is caused by human desire, particularly the desire that impermanent things be permanent.  -- One of the Four Nobel Truths of Buddhism No master plan hereI moveOn the next thoughtAnd the nextNot delaying No contemplatingOr reasoningInstead of desiringI choose to doAnd thenIt just isFor now

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When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stone-cutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it would split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before together.  -- Jacob A. Riis, journalist and social reformer (1849-1914) Last Saturday, I started a scheme of

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"Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow." -- Melody Beattie November is the month to remember all that we

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[WARNING! I think I sound a bit crazy sometimes, but really, do not be alarmed! My brain is just on high percolation lately and I'm letting go and letting it do it's thing.] Free thinkingFree writingLiving largeBut not gluttonouslyMake more things From scratchStop fighting my hair With expensive productsThis one will work for sure!No! No!The hair will not be defeated!Freshen the lookWith

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Do you believe in magic?Or that you should pay attentionto fortunes in cookies?Do you believe you can do it?Whatever "it" is?Do you believe that a heartThat's been brokenCan be whole again?I do Most fortunes that I receive in cookies are pretty darn lame and meaningless, but the one I opened today was a real fortune. This is a "good omen". The missing "r" in "your" makes it all the better. The

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Clutter. That's what I've been dealing with lately. Not just at home, but at work where piles and piles of documents that people drop off lie on my desk in stack upon stack upon binder upon folder upon bin upon stack. Obviously, I'm a bit behind. I'm not sure that being so swamped is all that unusual. So much work, so few people, and so little time. I haven't found a good system to keep track

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Moodiness, looninessMind in a fog Mirror, mirror in the pondMay I be fairestMore than all? Maery, MaeryMost contraryMind overMatterMore and more Madness! UtterMadness!Mission impossible! Miracles do happenMore than you think

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"Possibly, then, writing has to do with darkness, and a desire or perhaps a compulsion to enter it, and with luck, to illuminate it, and to bring something back out to the light."  -- Margaret Atwood, "Negotiating with the Dead"

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I went to a local photography group gathering to play with "light painting". I've been curious how photographers get those photos showing the path of lights, for example, night photos of a ferris wheel with the lights making a path through the air. I knew it had to do with a slow shutter speed, but how slow, and what about the ISO and aperature settings? Well, I got a taste of this fun

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Once again this year, I went to see what the mountain bikers were up to for their annual Halloween Race. Right away, I ran into Fabulosa, who wasn't racing but was helping direct riders and carrying out other duties befitting her social status. I love watching riders who have the ability to attack the course -- the ones that zoom! zoom! I hadn't seen anyone do the teeter totter before.

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My last group of photos from the Anoka Halloween parade are of the horses and dogs that were in the parade. I will definitely be on the lookout for things to use for Java's and Latte's costumes next year. Right now, I can envision Java as a Wookie and Latte as Yoda. (Kind of looks like a larger version of Java)  (Okay, not a REAL dog, but cute)  (The local Greyhound Rescue group made an

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And you thought that my previous post was it with the Anoka Halloween parade photos, didn't you? Not by a long shot! The parade route was so crowded that Steve and I stood in the parade staging area where there were more opportunities to catch people in non-parade like poses. In other words, in their more natural state and I had fun trying to catch the personalities of the parade participants.

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I hang from a threadEntwined in a web Swinging left to rightReverse again and again Dark to lightAnd light to dark Back and forthUp and down Settling, settling Around and around Hang in the airIt will be found You know it's trueAs truth can be Root to rootAnd toe to toe It will becomeAnd so it goes Root to rootAnd toe to toe It will becomeAnd so it goes Walk the plankAhoy matey! Jane

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When it says dry cleanThere might be a reason. But what? When it's cotton?What could it hurt to wash it?Save a few bucks.Oh...Not quite colorfast... The photo does not do it justiceA very rich purplish red hueRunning down the sinkBloody bleeding enough For Halloween

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I have a post on Vision and Verb today called "Creating a Life". It's about my "To Do" list and trying to make the choices that will keep moving me forward, not exactly towards completing goals, because I don't like the way a goal sounds so final. I think life is too much of a work in process. Nothing is ever really "done". But if I want to take a photo that looks like the ones I love in "

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FallColors burnedSingedLike a hot brand

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Horrors! I went to a yoga class last Thursday. I don't know how to do yoga so the plan was to hide in the back of the studio. But I was the only person who showed up! Like I said, Horrors! This was a fast moving kind of yoga - Vinyasa yoga. It's supposed to be flowing but for me, not knowing the moves and always being a beat behind, it was like clumsy calisthenics. Screeeekkk! That's the noise

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I can't help myself. I want bees. And chickens too. And a bigger garden area, perhaps with a brick paved walkway in the shape of a peace sign... I know I can't do it this year. I'm overwhelmed as it is with house projects, dog, horse and garden demands, and too many financial blows as one household thing after another breaks or wears out. But I'm in collecting information mode. I know it's

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Brrr!It's a down comfort dayA lazy, nappy, cuddle weather day Ignore the black, gray, and white hairy splatterA paisley patterned duvet would serve betterPerhaps no pets in bed rule is called forBut that would chill me and make me lonely to the core Nahhhh...Body heat is more important than hairless blankets This is baking weatherCookies for dogs and people weather Soup and homemade bread

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The girls are a playful as always. Really, no blood was shed. It kind of looks like Latte ran up and smooched Java on the lips and ran away. Blech! Poor Java! The following photos are actually from last July. Notice how much greener it was. Java has a nice wrestling move going. Sometimes there are just too many photos to deal with and not enough time. But these were just too comical (at least

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Definite chill in the air since Friday. So how does my garden grow? Well, the big thing to get done this weekend was to move my herbs inside in hopes of having fresh rosemary, oregano, and mint tea all year round. With the help of Steve, I got my shelves and grow lights set up in the bathroom (the brightest room in my house). As you can see my plants all need a haircut to get them further from

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It was a hot chocolate dayAn overcast dayA damp dayA day that took the crunchOut of the leavesAnd made dogs muddyIt was a dog bath kind of dayOr one bathOne failed attemptCan you see who's wet and who isn't? It was a day To try and catch the sunsetAnd almost miss it And it was a nightThat came too quicklyAnd did it's bestTo eat up the moon

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Opening up to lifePlanting seedsIt ain't pretty yetBut it will be!

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 "Don’t shoot what it looks like. Shoot what it feels like". - David Alan Harvey

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I've been trail riding two gorgeous Saturdays in a row, the first was at Wild River State Park. I've wanted to ride at this park for a long time and it was as beautiful as I'd heard. We didn't know the Wild River trails, so we had to keep checking the maps to figure out where to go next. The trails at Wild River were much better marked and the maps more understandable than what we encountered

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Once again, I have a post on Vision and Verb titled "Doggone It!" on the joys and challenges of life with dog(s) that I hope you'll check out. The above photo and the ones that follow were taken as part of an assignment for my weekly photography class where we were supposed to try different aperture settings. It was also a good excuse for Steve, me, and the Brew Babes to go hiking at Jay Cooke

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I was able to go to "Cavalia" last Saturday with my friend Cheryle and her husband and that guy you've seen in a few photos. I'm not sure whether he wants to "publicly" be a part of my life but hanging around me is, well, kind of public. We started out the evening by having dinner at Toby Keith's, not Toby's actual house (although I'm sure he'd love to have us over) but the restaurant. We were

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Last Saturday, I went with some friends to the Autumn Brew Review, put on by the MN Craft Brewer's Guild. Basically, you pay a fee to get into the event and are handed a small glass to go around and sample beers brought by 80 brewers. There was a large variety of beers (over 250 craft beers) from pale to dark to exotica. A few of my favorite brewers were there -- Goose Island, Surly, and Left

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I have a post on Vision and Verb about my greatest beauty asset. Please check it out. It-s been a super-duper rough week at work -- a teary, hit my head on my desk week. A "I'll be working part of the weekend to try and right things" week. Lots of drama. I guess I let it get to me too much. So yes, smiles. I've even tried smiling big huge grins when I'm the most hurt and frustrated. It does

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Last week, the weather in my neck of the woods was sunny and warm. Utterly gorgeous. My photos were a battle with the sun washout but I'm not about to complain about the brightness as we all know what's coming our way... Monday, a gorgeous day, I played hooky with a couple friends and road the Greenway, and around the lakes and Minnehaha Falls. It was an invigorating, joyful, zoom zoom time

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I'm in such a strange place. When haven’t I been? But this is perplexing in its uniqueness to my usual strangeness. I don't want to be on my computer any more than I have to lately. I try to write, edit photos, read email, catch up with people but just the sitting down at my computer makes me feel overwhelmed. Too much data. Too much to keep up on. Rather than push through what I find odd and

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Does this tell you anything about how I spent mine? I'm the one who fell off the bed and is laying out of sight. The gray fur ball on the floor is Shy. My latest household problem was another appliance failure, this time my kitchen range. It seized recognizing the oven temperature setting and just kept heating and heating and heating until it reached around 550 degrees. I didn't wait to see if

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This is a continuation of my previous blog on my field trip to Hot Sams with the Twin Cities Photography Group. I decided to start experimenting with my camera controls one at a time to better understand what they do. I started with my aperture setting and let the camera automatically set the ISO and shutter speed.   I did learn a few things about how the aperture settings control how much

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I do need to take more photos of Luke lest you think I've forgotten him or something. There certainly hasn't been much trail riding but the weather is starting to get better so perhaps September will be the month for that. The bugs are awful bad right now though. I've been trying out fly leg wraps and a fly sheet this year for the first time ever. Nasty buggers! I started Luke on a mixture of

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I have a post today out on Vision and Verb on friendship and how it has changed from childhood days to the present. Hope you'll stop by there and leave your thoughts.

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I took Friday off last week with the intention that I was going to do some writing, work on my blog, edit a bunch of photos I haven't had time to deal with, and read some other people's blogs. Did I actually do any of those things? Of course not. I arrived at the barn around 9:00 AM on Friday and rode Luke while I waited for C to get done with a lesson. We had plans to cool our horses off by

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When I was in California, four of us went to the Del Mar track to watch a few horse races. This is my attempt at the whole wearing a hat to the race track tradition. And yes, my fancy necklace is my camera strap. I am happy to report that no horses or jockeys were injured during the races that day, which is always my fear and why this was only the second time I've been to a racetrack. I don't

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"Oh, my gosh. Where do I start? Nope. Can't admit to that feeling... Nope, can't talk about that... Suffice to say that Wall Street is kicking my A$$ and I'm panicking. Telling myself don't panic. Picturing myself tottering on a cane to my cubicle at work because I'll never be able to retire. Telling myself "la la la la la". I put up a good front. I fight the good fight. But I'm breaking. I

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Reflecting (once again) on where I'm going as I run and buck through life. I've even come up with a manifesto -- "Feed the passion. Do the work. Celebrate the journey." You can read more about it and see a photo of my Dad's horse out in the desert at Vision and Verb - "Running and Bucking"

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When you find a place in Nature where the mind and heart find rest, then you have discovered a sanctuary for your soul. -- "Eternal Echoes" by John O’Donohue Family members from Arizona and California can't figure out how I can stand Minnesota winters. I answer that you can always put on enough layers to stay warm. But this weather? Even if I went naked and shaved my head, I wouldn't be cool

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"I Hope You Dance" by Tia Sillers Lovin' might be a mistake But it's worth making Don't let some hell bent heart Leave you bitter When you come close to selling out Reconsider Give the heavens above More than just a passing glance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance  As I watch the couples on the dance floor, tears gather in my eyes and I fight the spillage.

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Each time we go out, the world is open and free; it offers itself so graciously to our hearts, to create something new and wholesome for it each day.  -- John O-Donohue, "Eternal Echoes" I hear that having a vast number of interests is not that unusual for a writer. It’s part of the attraction of writing. You get to research so many topics, places, and lifestyles. If you don’t like the life you

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It's been a steamy weekend, those kind of days when you should just float around on some kind of pool toy. Instead, I rode Luke, the poor guy. It's like we've had the hazy and crazy but where's the lazy of those "Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer"? In order to help you cool off a bit (if you're in the same boat), here's a little poem I wrote and some photos of some nice cool water...

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You all know how much I love trees. Well, I got to see some great driftwood and tree-rock-flower arrangements while I was in Colorado, which I 'll show you in my Not Too Many Words Wednesday. When I photographed this tree, I was thinking it looked like it was doing some kind of yoga posture. But when I looked at the photo on my computer, what I saw was a wolf. I'm wondering what you see? I'm

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In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.   ~Albert Schweitzer Talk about bursting into flame! My life seems to be taking off at rocket speed lately. I'm not sure though if I'm riding the rocket or running alongside trying to keep up.

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This will be a mostly wordless post as getting back to reality after a vacation is really kicking my butt! Is there such a thing as Wordless Thursday? How about Thoughtful Thursday? Or Therapy Thursday? Oh wait, therapy would involve lots of talking, at least on my part while you would go "And how did that make you feel?" or "What I hear you saying is that you want to quit your job and raise

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It's a tawdry affair, this love I have with Oboz, who cushioned my tootsies over rocky paths. Kept my feet dry when snow meltdown turned walking paths into streams. And protected my ankles from twisting when loose rocks and sand slid my feet into undesirable positions. Sadly now, the new love of my life sits idly by the back door, not knowing how they fit into my routine, now that our

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I'm back from camping for six days in the Roosevelt National Forest in Colorado. I loved it there! And I have so much to show and tell! But I'm going to skip right away to the best part of the trip. I was able to meet a couple of my favorite Coloradan bloggers -- Sue from Dream Valley Ranch and Roxanne and Lilly from Champion of My Heart. We took a bit of a hike with Lilly and the Brew Babes. I

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I have 4 categories that I divide my daily activities into: Things that will help me reach a goal - Such as taking a writing class and writing a set number of words per day to move towards completing a book, or learning how to hitch up the horse trailer and backup so I can take Luke to a park and trail ride. Things that I love doing - This includes all kinds of activities, such as trail riding,

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Ugh. Yesterday was a carrying horse feed and dog food and trying to hoist up my garage door kind of day. My left shoulder feels as though a knife is sticking out of it. Maybe I should check in a mirror, just in case. Tuesday, around 5 AM, there was this strange, reoccuring orange glow in the sky, accompanied by a noise that did not sound like thunder but something a little scarier. I sat up in

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Anything I've ever done that ultimately was worthwhile... initially scared me to death.  ~Betty Bender I study trees a lot. I'm fascinated with the way they overcome adversity. They are experts at self healing. They can be scarred with holes, knots, and fungus. Still they carry on. I admire their scars for the strength they show. I admire the way they hang on. Even when they're knocked down,

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It doesn't matter how long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations. If we go into a darkened room and turn on the light, it doesn't matter if the room has been dark for a day, a week, or ten thousand years -- we turn on the light and it is illuminated. Once we control our capacity for love and happiness, the light has been turned on. - Sharon Salzberg I forgot to mention in my last

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'To rest on one's laurels' - If someone rests on their laurels, they rely on their past achievements, rather than trying to achieve things now. My blog has been on quite a journey. It started out as a blog about my life on my dream hobby farm with my dreamy husband. Or so I thought. As I look back at my initial posts, I can see that I didn't include my husband much. I thought that was because

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A friend and I took our mountain bikes to Milaca Trail today. It was a ways to drive, but it looked like an easier trail for me to practice some of my skills, work on my endurance, and not end up on a trail where there's a lot of people and I feel like I'm in the way. Hopefully, I'll get over this self conscious timidness soon. The first little road block we ran into was that my truck battery

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Leaves curl on downward-dog stems, touched by solar fingers holding no mercy. According to my temperature gauge, it hit 109 degrees on my deck yesterday! The official high was only around 105 degrees. Then today, on my walk after work, I was wishing I would have worn a jacket! Minnesota weather keeps you on your toes. Most of my plants were doing okay after the heat wave and I made myself

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There were minor adjustments to the garden this morning when Latte was terrorizing my pepper plants. I should have bought Habanero -- that would have cured her. Instead I gated the deck. Latte also jumped into my pot where cucumbers are planted so I put tomato cages to block her jumps. Did I mention that gardening should be considered an extreme sport? I haven't had so many muscles in my body

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It was a work-on-the-garden weekend. The raised beds were waiting. The seedlings were outgrowing their pots. Annuals and herbs were purchased. So let the fun begin! I have fragrantly, soothing dreams of making chamomile or peppermint tea. I will drink it out on the deck from a dainty china cup while reading poetry. And perhaps I will wear a floppy, straw hat... And while I work on prettying

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I went to a comedy and music show put on by MPR almost two weeks ago, but other happenings were more immediate so I'm just getting around to looking at the photos I took there now. Sandra Bernhard and Rosanne Cash were the main guests of the show.  Sandra was true to form and full of energy and sarcasm. I love that about her! Rosanne was more subdued but put on a great concert, despite

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It was a hot and humid one today.  Java's kiddy pool is a bit substandard from the previous house's pool.  I hope this area alongside the deck will be a good spot for a future pond that is big enough for Java to fit all the way into. It won't be roomy enough for swimming, but if it can be something she can jump into, run in and out of, and splash in, and that would at least be something. My

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Yesterday, there was a complete change of plans for my day, but in a good way. I was all set to take the dogs for a walk, go look at mountain bikes, take a bike ride if said bike happened to follow me home, and then go ride Luke in the afternoon. Fitting some house cleaning in there somewhere would have been good too as it's been a long while and the floors and sinks have attained a suitable

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I don't have many of my own photos to accompany this post as I forgot my good camera and my hand-held camera's batteries died after only a couple photos. So I stole a few photos from fellow mountain bike riders. Beyond that you'll have to use your imagination and picture a group of about 30 women of all ages, many who had never mountain biked in their life, riding on a narrow trail that wound

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The dressage clinic did not go as I expected. I thought we were going to ride the dressage test that we'd selected and the clinician, Val Vetos from Volte Equestrian, was going to give us a few tips on how we could improve our scores. I got a lot more out of the clinic than that -- a whole lot more. I'll try to describe what I learned. Hopefully I'm interpreting things correctly. If you aren't

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So many photos, so little time to edit and blog... so for now, I'm posting a video of Luke and I riding the Intro C Dressage Test at the clinic with Val Vetos on Saturday. After I edit the photos and have a chance to weed through my notes, I'll post more details about the clinic itself. It rained pretty hard through most of the clinic so we had to use the indoor ring. With the rain beating on

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I've ridden Luke a couple times this week and will ride again tomorrow, all in preparation for riding in a dressage test clinic on Saturday. Neither Luke nor I are quite sure what I was thinking when I signed up for this. As you can see, Luke is a bit less than enthusiastic about the whole affair.  He's feeling put out that he hasn't even finished shedding his winter coat and will not look

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For those of you worried about Latte's juvenile record, I believe she gets a couple more chances before there is a formal complaint about her outspokenness. We've had quite a few heart-to-heart talks over the weekend. Poor Latte is exhausted from trying so hard to be good while Java is exhausted from trying to be shoulder to lean on. I wasn't going to blog today. I was going to do some laundry

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That's right. My sweet, perfect, little Latte was written up at Doggie Daycare last Friday for being a "bit vocal". Oh, the shame of it. Doggie delinquency at such a young age. I think it must have been another dog's fault. My darling girl is so quiet. And polite. She's never a bit of trouble. Unless someone else starts with her first. She's always considerate of other's personal space. A

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It's funny how out in blogland, I always seem to run across a post that contains just the right touch of wisdom, the words that I need to hear to prompt me to look at things from a different viewpoint. Once again, such a post was found on Terri Windling's blog and is called "The things that save us." There Terri writes about how things that we leave behind, including our various stages of youth

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I had text prepared for my blog post today. All I needed to do was add some photos. But then I ended up with photos from last evening's stormy skies and tonight's sky that I wanted to use but they didn't go with what I'd written so I'm just going with the photos instead. The other post can wait for another day. Okay, so the sirens were sounding, but who could resist capturing these cotton ball

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Wild Geese  by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the

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My Adoptive Mom, son, and niece Happy Mother's Day to all the Mom's out there! I hope you got a good breakfast and maybe some flowers out of it. From the time I was little until the last Mother's Day my Mom was in her house, it was a tradition to buy her plants and put them in pots around her front steps. I love traditions, but it sure is sad when they end. I went to the Living Green Expo

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I took Tuesday off from work simply to take advantage of a day of sunshine, that's how sun deprived I've been feeling. It was well worth it. I spent more time than I probably should have trying to catch up reading other people's blogs that I'd fallen behind with during my poetry blitz. I also spent some time researching a dog bike trailer and consulting with Sue at Dream Valley Ranch, who has

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Meredith: "After a trauma, your body is at its most vulnerable. Response time is critical. So you're suddenly surrounded by people—doctors, nurses, specialists, technicians—surgery is a team sport. Everyone pushing for the finish line. Putting you back together again. But surgery is a trauma in and of itself, and once it's over, the real healing begins. It's called recovery. Recovery is not a

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A solid rain storm started last evening and ran through much of today. So what else can a girl do but go to the Horse Expo and look at all the bling. There was more bling than practical stuff. I found a Troxel helmet I've been looking for, to replace my old horse-chewed up helmet, but the price tag stopped me. Check out Laughing Orca Ranch to get a detailed low down on a bunch of helmet options.

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