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Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Moo, Moo, Moo
I rushed from work over to Knutson's Ranch in hope to see a calf be born. I wanted to see life begin, new. Two wooden posts marked the entrance to the Ranch. I was excited, I hoped to be there on time. Even though there are many babys that are born, not everyone gets chances to see a baby cow being born.
I was a slim five minutes late. I felt disapointed, but still excited at what I would get to see.
What I saw before me was truly amazing, I saw this mother who just had this baby and she is cleaning her baby off. She would clean and nudge her baby, she was trying to get her baby to get up. They like to get their baby up to start walking as soon as they can. After some trials the mom seemed worn out because she ended up laying by her baby for bit. There were numerous cows in the pen just corner from where this Mommy Cow had her baby and they were all watching to see, it was like they knew what was going on. Within a few minutes of rest, she was back at her baby to get up. There were several times the baby came close to getting up on all fours, after some falls the calf was up to walking.
I was a slim five minutes late. I felt disapointed, but still excited at what I would get to see.
What I saw before me was truly amazing, I saw this mother who just had this baby and she is cleaning her baby off. She would clean and nudge her baby, she was trying to get her baby to get up. They like to get their baby up to start walking as soon as they can. After some trials the mom seemed worn out because she ended up laying by her baby for bit. There were numerous cows in the pen just corner from where this Mommy Cow had her baby and they were all watching to see, it was like they knew what was going on. Within a few minutes of rest, she was back at her baby to get up. There were several times the baby came close to getting up on all fours, after some falls the calf was up to walking.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Poems To Live By:
Morning Live
There is something sacred about the morning
Each morning a new day
Unexpected mist, rain, sun, wind
Lets meet, live, stay, laugh
and look to the sky to glitter
Nature Sounds to Love Song
Waterfall jazz with firecrackle soul drums
Rythm of windchime blues
Listen to earth's beat
Open-air breath to voices
A poem I wrote a while back
Unconditional Love
Never ending or alone
Always near
Goes beyond looks,wrongs
And by all means years
Neither Dying, failing
or running out
Bringing a smile to my face
I want to always celebrate
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
I Am...

I am small but strong
I wonder if each person enjoys my massage
I hear soft music
I see what I feel
I am small but strong
I pretend I am dancing as I massage
I feel lavender lotion on my hands
I touch tense muscles
I worry about my hand pressure
I cry for those in pain
I am small but strong
I understand that I can't please everyone
I say "celebrate life"
I dream big
I hope for healing to those receiving my massages
I am small but strong
I wonder if each person enjoys my massage
I hear soft music
I see what I feel
I am small but strong
I pretend I am dancing as I massage
I feel lavender lotion on my hands
I touch tense muscles
I worry about my hand pressure
I cry for those in pain
I am small but strong
I understand that I can't please everyone
I say "celebrate life"
I dream big
I hope for healing to those receiving my massages
I am small but strong
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