The Deer
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The Deer

When he rose, maybe 100 feet uphill of me, I was on my knees in the dusty trail. My small hiking journal teetered on my knees as my hand flew across the pages. Scrawled words in fuzzy grey pencil somehow formed into meaning.  A truth: words sometimes had to be captured before they escaped.  When my hand stilled and my mind returned to the surroundings, I thought it an unusual place for a deer to have lain.  I watched as the young buck with his small four point antlers, still in velvet, nosed about.  Odd.  He did not browse.  He…

Creativity & New Energy
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Creativity & New Energy

During some introspective times of late, I have come to a couple of conclusions:  1) I want to awaken this blog; 2) I would like to invite you, my patient readers, into my life farther; 3) say “thank you!!” for taking the time to click on my blog link and perhaps read an essay or two; 4)  compose more and shorter posts about my life, those I share it with, what I am learning and experiencing, books I am reading, blogs I follow and find of interest, and anything else that strikes me to include here.  So.  Now I’ve said…

Spiral Horizon
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Spiral Horizon

The sky lightens.  Delicate coral pink at the horizon fades to a delicate shell blue, if there is such a shade, and flows up the arc of the sky to become cobalt.  The horizon is not a flat line any more, with its southern horizon punctuated by the irregular rounded buttes of the Bear Paw Mountains of north central Montana.  Now the horizon is humped with bristly hills, all around.  Cows still bawl in the distance, though.  I think this sound was born with me, embedded in my bones.  And one of my horses munches contentedly within easy sight of…

Jack Sparrow
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Jack Sparrow

Freedom Today was the day.  As I sipped my rich coffee with thick cream before the sun rose, I decided it was time for Jack to go free.  His tail feathers were frayed from his near constant fluttering against the wire mesh of his cage.  I did not want them to get so damaged that he would not be able to use them to fly when he left his cage.  A part of me did not want Jack to leave, but I knew as a wild bird it would be best if he lived his bird life as he was supposed to, out in…

Jack Sparrow
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Jack Sparrow

A bit of time has passed since the last chapter in the Jack Sparrow saga. If you care to refresh your memory of the story, or if you are new to Jack’s story, the previous three posts are here: (First) https://earthwisehorse.com/jack-sparrow/ , (Second) https://earthwisehorse.com/jack-sparrow-2/ , (Third) https://earthwisehorse.com/jack-sparrow-3/ Caged             Jack clutched his perch in the closet.  His beak was half open as he panted.  His feathers were all puffed out.  I managed to close my mouth after his unexpected flight and began to think about how I would catch him.  Since I had not handled him except to pick him up a few times for…

Winter White
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Winter White

Above me the sky is white. Snow as fine as sand drifts down. Under my feet, the ground is white. I am cocooned by white. It is cold. The whole last week has been subzero. The temperature bottomed out at -40 degrees Fahrenheit a couple nights ago. Or that is my best guess, as my electronic thermometer quit reading after -39 degrees. I had no intention of poking my nose out the front door to look at the mercury thermometer. Cold is cold. Now, it had warmed up to -7. Wow. Following days cooped up in the house, I went…