hard to sit still

i've never known laze. i am a doer. a mover. a thinker of the ahead. every days end i see what could have been. what still is left and the undone. now as my horizon is expanding i see what happens at large in small communities. it is with heart ache i learn of new cycles - revolutions - actions taken - while i busy myself with busy-ness. this is not to belittle my task at hand - three wee lives to be molded and fed. just a cry of my soul to be DOING more! doing more with like-guided doers...

you're 8... it's late

"promise me you'll always be strong." this is told her tonight out of the un-seeming blue. "do you understand what i mean?"
"yes" she said. "it means be true. and do to what you have to..." my child - you are so wise and knowing - even when all is unsaid.

"you are the best mom in the whole world." she whispered as i laid her head.
"i try... i fail sometimes but i am trying to be a good mama."
"you don't have to try." she looked me in the eye
"it's like golf." (this from one who plays no golf!) "just a little touch and it can go a long way. you just think about the goal and just tap it and it will go where you need it to go..."

"you're 8. it's late. you're too damn smart. now go to sleep and dream of childish things."

happy holiday of hideous hues

calendar gal

this year i accepted a most gracious invite and agreed to be in this year's WOMEN OF BISBEE calendar. Thanks many to Terry Wolfe who shot some pretty wicked pics! Happy "me" month! now you go step outside your box and live a bit...

and it looks like rain...

monsoons come and every eve we end with a shower.

once a year we experience an elevated water table. humidity. smooth skin and ringlets on babes...

the desert sings. turns green. even the creepy crawlies come out for a swim.

this time this year we wash clean again and start anew...

welcoming the new

sweet little alice auldon - our new wee cousin! we welcome into arms...


d'jango - our 9 week old benji/wolf - so smart and loyal...


lulu and spike - the newest cheepers to the brood. what else can i say but they have five toes...

spreading the love as our homestead grows. three steps closer to taking over the world!

my sweet darling littles

spiritually speaking... on the upcoming children's album

I am an orphan on God's highway
But I'll share my troubles if you go my way
I have no mother no father
No sister no brother
I am an orphan girl

I have had friendships pure and golden
But the ties of kinship I have not known them
I know no mother no father
No sister no brother
I am an orphan girl

But when He calls me I will be able
To meet my family at God's table
I'll meet my mother my father
My sister my brother
No more orphan girl

Blessed Savior make me willing
And walk beside me until I'm with them
Be my mother my father
My sister my brother
I am an orphan girl

*gillian welch