A Farm Forum

A farm forum, ready to convene just for me.  A choir of frogs sing praise from a small pond out back in the middle of February.  They pass their invitation to join the preliminaries of song; their funny prelude to the discussion-- the discovery. 

 A surging within the forum of fields and yards tucked round with fences opens a morning wide.  A garden plot ready to tell mysteries to me, share ideas, reason it all out in the softness of ready soil; ready to receive the seeds that are questions in me.  I will tuck them in and wait-- soon to poke quietly through the earth in answer.

A forum of land and sky calling a morning meeting, preparing for a rousing discussion for a searcher and seeker! How have I attained such good fortune to be invited among such wise handlers of divine secrets? 

                                   

I stand among the furry-wise who take their places at their own gates, live their good lives, sowing and reaping just what they were perfected to. Minding their own business. One calls the meeting to order with a “baaa!”  I take my seat among them.

                               

A magnificent forum of farm and feeling, of astute players all knowing their place.  OH!  I hear a pony pounding his gavel down, with fine hooves he calls this session to order.  I humbly join the meeting, pen in hand.  

                                

Where is your forum of friends?  Where are you planted to preach a good word from the wealth of your own sown heart?  Where does your forum convene? :) 

                                   

How is The View?

My little room;  I sleep there, read there, think and have deep conversations there (prayer),  and sometimes leaping epiphanies.   Three windows give me a view of the field, the next farm, a little pond out back,  and a little mountain beyond.  Gosh, the windows were dirty this morning.  Webs had been weaved around about and dust had blown up from some previous storms and blurred my lovely view.  It's been that way for a while, until, I washed them all off.  How sweet to see out so clearly now!

                                            How sweet to see clearly.

 And the apostle Paul prayed for the Ephesians in his day like this:  I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people.  Ephesians 1:18.  I so want to see this clearly.

¹² For now we see in a mirror ^[a]dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. 1 Corinthians 13:12

When it Snows

When it snows..........we all loose our heads.

 When we take up the mail, we hide a camera under our coat

                    and start grabbing the snowy moments; click, click,   click.......greedy, like we want to save them all for ourselves.

 

because everything just looks more interesting when it snows...

and because snow makes our hearts pump a little     faster.........strange, right?   

            

... because ordinary things look  extraordinary in the snow.

Snowy daffodils; extra lovely.

                                             

                                    Snowy lil' donkeys are a sight to see.

Snow makes middle aged ladies climb up icy ladders just to take a picture from the loft in the barn.

                                       Snow makes school bells look cool.

It makes ducks quack and run like mad.

It seems to have made guinea foul do what they NEVER do...visit the house.

                          

                   But just for a minute or two.

                             

Then, when we come in from outside, we peak out windows.

We just keep peaking because something might look snowier and we might miss it.

And they DO look snowier! 

Snow makes us a little giddy 'round here.