SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING WHERE I LIVE
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Grandfather cuts loose the ponies.....
The sculpture of the ponies by David Govedare is so beautiful and breathtaking high up on the desolate hill. Started in 1989 and never finished. Well the horses are finished but there is no basket.
My favorite place to stop and talk to the spirits. Kylee and I have climbed right to the horses and visited them.
A distant rumbling strikes the air. Swirling dust motes reach skyward. A dry breeze dances across desolate lands. Thunderheads build and fingers of light split the sky. A breeze becomes a howling wind. Hear the voice of creation! The Grandfather Spirit sends his message across the plains, echoing through the mountains and valleys of Mother Earth:
"Creatures of this planet, behold, a Great Basket! I send this basket, bearing the gift of life, to all corners of the universe. Now take these ponies, I am cutting them loose. They will inspire a Spirit of free will. They will be a companion for work and play on this planet. This is a way for you to see how all life depends on all other life. This basket is my heart. You are at one with me. Eagle of the sky, we look to you for vision. Salmon of the water, we look to you for life-giving sustenance. Deer of the land, you provide a bountiful tranquility for our Mother Earth.
"From the center of my Basket burns the fire of our collective souls. Humans, you are responsible. You have the power of reasoning and the gift of free will. Use them wisely. Always be aware of the limitless nature of this ever expanding universe. Let us live to inspire each other."
You will notice that there is no basket. Funds rand out for David but the ponies endure. MB
My favorite place to stop and talk to the spirits. Kylee and I have climbed right to the horses and visited them.
A distant rumbling strikes the air. Swirling dust motes reach skyward. A dry breeze dances across desolate lands. Thunderheads build and fingers of light split the sky. A breeze becomes a howling wind. Hear the voice of creation! The Grandfather Spirit sends his message across the plains, echoing through the mountains and valleys of Mother Earth:
"Creatures of this planet, behold, a Great Basket! I send this basket, bearing the gift of life, to all corners of the universe. Now take these ponies, I am cutting them loose. They will inspire a Spirit of free will. They will be a companion for work and play on this planet. This is a way for you to see how all life depends on all other life. This basket is my heart. You are at one with me. Eagle of the sky, we look to you for vision. Salmon of the water, we look to you for life-giving sustenance. Deer of the land, you provide a bountiful tranquility for our Mother Earth.
"From the center of my Basket burns the fire of our collective souls. Humans, you are responsible. You have the power of reasoning and the gift of free will. Use them wisely. Always be aware of the limitless nature of this ever expanding universe. Let us live to inspire each other."
You will notice that there is no basket. Funds rand out for David but the ponies endure. MB
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Where I been......
I've been to Ritzville and had a grand time. This is the water tower in the middle of the golf course.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
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