Find the quiet:
It is a fine, quiet winter morning. Little wind. Snow on the field. Gray, blue and purple sky. Quiet.
The horses are eating their hay. The dogs and the cat are napping. I want to ride. Ride often and long. And, I want to be balanced so my horse can develope gait.
It is quiet this morning. I am optimistic and I am grateful. It unfolds, and I am truely blessed far far beyond deserving.
Thank you, Amen.
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