Howdy Folks,
Ravishin' Robbie and I are still in the grip of the
sweetness of the Christmas Spirit and I didn't really plan on writing a Feature
Friday for this week. But as I sat enjoying my Folgers while Kessy peacefully
munched her hay I thought of this past week, and love. I thought of Robbie's
effortless ability to give love and what it's meant to me over the past four
decades. To me and all those in our lives. I thought of this past week and the love we felt spending time with our daughter and grandchildren.
All at once the chicken scratch was swarmed with at least a
dozen Juncos and a few Cardinals. Folks who know me know of my love for bird
watching; their antics this morning painted a great smile on my face.
Saturday came trotting back into the barn, weaving between
Kessy's legs and forced his nose under my hand, nearly spilling my coffee. He
was ready for some more loving and was never shy about asking for it. That
little stray beagle gave as much love as he asked for since the very first Saturday
he wandered into our hearts, tired, hungry and scared. Love pours out of him.
I'd called our dear friend Annabelle yesterday. Over the
years she, Robbie and I have enjoyed countless hours in Annabelle's stunning
flower gardens and bird watching with her. Annabelle's been in a nursing home
for a few years now and recently she's become too weak to even enjoy the birds
outside her window so I call her and fill her in on the birds and flowers I've
seen. She loves those chats, and it's easy to feel her spirits lift, even from
300 miles away.
Love is truly all around us and if we let it into our spirit
it can help us, guide us. As I sipped my Folgers, sitting next to Kessy this
very chilly morning, I thought of the stories I'd written this past year.
Stories about, "People and Horses Helping Horses and People." Each of
those stories was about folks and horses doing their very best, all they can,
to help others. Therapeutic riding centers, therapy horses, folks who mortgage
their homes to maintain rescues and sanctuaries. I thought how lucky I was to
have had the chance to talk to those people, meet those horses. Feel their
love. And share their love by being allowed to write their stories. The passion
they all have to help is fueled by love.
Love can indeed move mountains, as they say. Mountains of
healing, mountains of courage. Mountains of caring and giving. No matter what
we might face, if we let it, love can sweep into our hearts and carry us. Love
is truly magic.
Gitty Up ~ Dutch Henry
Annabelle is fortunate to have you friendship. To take a moment to call her and update her on your recent visions sets her free for a while, from her captive aging body. It is a free flowing generosity that comes from one to another kindred spirit. Thanks for sharing Dutch Henry.
ReplyDeleteThanks GaitedMorgansofMissouri! - Annabelle is a sweatheart. She taught Robbie and me much about old time flowers and herbs ... We miss those times, but can still share memories and a few chuckles, too ...
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