Hello. This is my newsletter.: Nature and Beasts, Farewell, and The Final Countdown!

My last post was, while necessary, unusually dark for the nature of this blog. So, I’ll press forward with a normal entry and we can all be like Taylor Swift. (Shake it off. Hey, do you know that song yet? You have to go watch it right now. Here, go watch it. Volume up.

Deal Breaker

At lunch a couple of days ago, I kicked a pigeon. We were sitting outside, and it walked up to me, and my leg just had an inexplicable spasm… and then there was a flurry of feathers, and I thought it was very funny. The person I was with looked at me as though it was unordinary to kick a pigeon.

Acquaint yourself with a farm. And find a meadow. And drive around the mountains.

I really feel in my heart that every human needs to connect with nature, and creatures, and land and beasts as often as possible.

Stand in an open field and think about nothing at all. It will heal your mind.

It truly will soothe and heal your soul to stand among horses, and be connected with such a beautiful animal. They will hear your thoughts, they can connect with you.

These are my friends who live in Westminster. They let me come visit sometimes. Hope the Horse (who, by the by, is full grown now, and her whole body towers over me) was obsessed with my boots. She just wanted them. She was trying to take them off. She wanted to try them on. She could not stop.

Rumor the Horse and I were just meeting for the first time this past weekend. He is a foreign exchange student at my friend’s farm. My friend switched horses for a while with someone at a different local farm. Rumor is beautiful, and one of the biggest horses I have ever seen. He was very gentle. Both of them were bonding with me by basically putting their mouth on my entire face. It was fine. This was my view for the longest time.

And it fills my bucket to be with Ernest the Donkey. He is just so goofy and wonderful.

Here he is this past weekend. He is hiding.

Last winter.

Last Autumn.

Farewell

One of my archery brethren has gone back home to the west coast. He is a Wounded Warrior, and we’ve had fun times shooting together over the past year or so. Alas, the VA thinks he is healed enough to go home, so he left this week. I will miss him dearly.