As I do every night, I stepped out onto the deck to whisper down to the boys in the dry lot my wishes for a good night sleep, safety and good health. While much of the country is suffering frigid temperatures, it's 45 degrees here at midnight.
The patchy clouds are doing their best to obscure the waxing moon; determined, she'll have none of that. The storms from the Pacific Northwest are blowing across, committed to a duel with the Cascades; maybe they make it over the mountains to bring us moisture on the eastern side, maybe they don't.
Staring up to find the roadway of millions of stars called the Milky Way, I was mesmerized by the constellation Orion as it appeared to be drifting, detaching from its place high in the southern sky this time of night. The sky started rotating, twirling, floating. The satellites in orbit joined in the play, steadily moving in one direction while the billowy clouds moved opposite.
Unplugged.
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Thursday, February 7, 2013
Thrive on the Vibe Thursday
As I was rinsing away the evidence of a good night sleep, I looked out my bathroom window, as I do every morning, to see who else was stirring. In between the trees by the canal, I caught the white tail end of a mule deer crossing through properties. Then another, and another.
This is their path in the mornings; I see them often.
Shortly after, I was out feeding and I heard a sound. It wasn't a crack of a branch or a bang of sorts. Really, I cannot recall very well or describe very well what it was. But I looked up. And there he was, a medium sized buck with only one antler looking straight at me. I'm not convinced he didn't call me. Just as I know their travel through here, he must know who I am.
Instead of standing frozen still as deer often do, or jumping off in flight, he moved his head in acknowledgement as I greeted him "Good morning, angel!" There was very much an interaction between us. I loved it!
After we were certain we understood each other, he put his head down and casually started off over the rocks of the canal. I called out after him, "Thank you!"
The sun is now setting and I'm still thriving on that vibe.
This is their path in the mornings; I see them often.
Shortly after, I was out feeding and I heard a sound. It wasn't a crack of a branch or a bang of sorts. Really, I cannot recall very well or describe very well what it was. But I looked up. And there he was, a medium sized buck with only one antler looking straight at me. I'm not convinced he didn't call me. Just as I know their travel through here, he must know who I am.
Instead of standing frozen still as deer often do, or jumping off in flight, he moved his head in acknowledgement as I greeted him "Good morning, angel!" There was very much an interaction between us. I loved it!
After we were certain we understood each other, he put his head down and casually started off over the rocks of the canal. I called out after him, "Thank you!"
The sun is now setting and I'm still thriving on that vibe.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
1:11
When I pulled out of Maverick's parking lot this evening, or this morning, it was 1:11am. I thought, "Oh Noelle, pay attention to those numbers!" Something is amiss.
It was a first, I believe, for me to leave at such an hour. My feet are actually sore and feeling well spent.
The drive home was mine. Only 3 other cars on the road between the tired dance floor and the return to my animals. The sky was radiant with moonshine and the clouds were remnants of a recent rain shower. In between the billowy sky characters, the stars and planets were peeking out. To really make the moment clutch, I was listening to a little Cheryl Lynn, Got to Be Real, on my 70s on 7, courtesy of Sirius XM.
After getting inside and being greeted by the dogs who have no sense of time, something told me to step onto the deck and just listen. Maybe Scout, my reliable Great Horned Owl, would be around. Now, the clouds were really thinning out, much like a celestial archipelago. The air refreshed by the light rainfall. The earth had softened under the sunny agreeable days of late, and it is such a rich, fertile smell, one of sprouting life not far off.
And then, hmmmmm? What is that most unusual sound? It sounds like it's coming from the goat pen. With my super sized mag light I looked out and I could the reflector patch on Alibi's rain sheet, in the goat pen. I just had that feeling that my evening was not going to be considered complete without additional horse and goat love.
So, at 1:30am with a change of clothes and rubber boots to navigate the mud, I head out to assess the tomfoolery of my hoofed ones. They really did it! I cannot begin to imagine how or who but the panel attached to the tin sided goat shed was pulled away, straps broken, and completely perpendicular to the perimeter fence. When things are secure, the panels meet at a V and create a haven for my goodles. It was the most preposterous arrangement. And so, enter the horses, or shall I say King Alibi, to shoo away the cashmered ones in order to eat their hay.
On my way out to the dry lot, I passed my little sleepy goodles giving me a drowsy "ma'aaaa" from inside the horse shelter. The big bad boys had chased the little bad boys from their pen and they were telling me of the injustice.
Fortunately, that 1:11 was telling me I've got time but don't dawdle. From the amount of the remaining hay in the feed bag, it could be reasoned that their seizure of the otherwise cordoned goat domain was recent. Whew! A greedy consumption of herbage by one dominant equine averted.
Thinking about the clock, I took advantage of being out there and spread some green love for my Arab princes. I am hopeful I can take advantage of a little extra shut-eye on a weekend morning as well.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
It was a first, I believe, for me to leave at such an hour. My feet are actually sore and feeling well spent.
The drive home was mine. Only 3 other cars on the road between the tired dance floor and the return to my animals. The sky was radiant with moonshine and the clouds were remnants of a recent rain shower. In between the billowy sky characters, the stars and planets were peeking out. To really make the moment clutch, I was listening to a little Cheryl Lynn, Got to Be Real, on my 70s on 7, courtesy of Sirius XM.
After getting inside and being greeted by the dogs who have no sense of time, something told me to step onto the deck and just listen. Maybe Scout, my reliable Great Horned Owl, would be around. Now, the clouds were really thinning out, much like a celestial archipelago. The air refreshed by the light rainfall. The earth had softened under the sunny agreeable days of late, and it is such a rich, fertile smell, one of sprouting life not far off.
And then, hmmmmm? What is that most unusual sound? It sounds like it's coming from the goat pen. With my super sized mag light I looked out and I could the reflector patch on Alibi's rain sheet, in the goat pen. I just had that feeling that my evening was not going to be considered complete without additional horse and goat love.
So, at 1:30am with a change of clothes and rubber boots to navigate the mud, I head out to assess the tomfoolery of my hoofed ones. They really did it! I cannot begin to imagine how or who but the panel attached to the tin sided goat shed was pulled away, straps broken, and completely perpendicular to the perimeter fence. When things are secure, the panels meet at a V and create a haven for my goodles. It was the most preposterous arrangement. And so, enter the horses, or shall I say King Alibi, to shoo away the cashmered ones in order to eat their hay.
On my way out to the dry lot, I passed my little sleepy goodles giving me a drowsy "ma'aaaa" from inside the horse shelter. The big bad boys had chased the little bad boys from their pen and they were telling me of the injustice.
Fortunately, that 1:11 was telling me I've got time but don't dawdle. From the amount of the remaining hay in the feed bag, it could be reasoned that their seizure of the otherwise cordoned goat domain was recent. Whew! A greedy consumption of herbage by one dominant equine averted.
Thinking about the clock, I took advantage of being out there and spread some green love for my Arab princes. I am hopeful I can take advantage of a little extra shut-eye on a weekend morning as well.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Saturday Bliss
Last month's question of "For what are you grateful?" is still on the front burner. As there are generally two front burners, this month's question, "What brings you joy?" is right beside it.
It's a classic December Saturday: a little late sleep in,
sunshine and occasional clouds, brisk air, possibility of some snow but not looking like it, nothing on the must-do agenda, spending lots of time outdoors with the animals, a friendly visit from April, anticipating the arrival of Jacqueline next week and then Laurie and Lucas the following, and just doing what strikes my fancy.
Joy to the World.
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