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Many say her spirit still lives on the mountain, and some have seen her spirit when the pine trees are bending. She’s an ancient presence. Her breath to this day carries power in her songs. And her name was changed in the days when the sun became brighter, from First Woman….to Wind Walker. It’s true […]
The Legend of Wind Walker — Rivers Renewed
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I am beyond the circle today, racing toward freedom. “Oh, how I love to run.”
There is strength in my legs and courage in my heart. My vision is keen. I am galloping into uncharted territory but ancient wisdom within tells me I have traveled this path before. I am not afraid. With this knowledge, I strive forward gathering increased energy and speed. The air on my face feels good. It is cool and fresh. My white mane and tail flow out behind me uninhibited. I am breathing deeply, nostrils wide. The inhalation of crisp translucent air has cleansed all senses. My exhalations are mere puffs of white. Purity has allowed my feet to float above the obstructions below so that I may glide along like wind. All restrictions have been removed. I have become a leader. But, in my exuberance with the race toward freedom, I have forgotten my herd. They have fallen behind. Continue Reading »
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Forlorn,
Creativity lost,
A train of abandoned thoughts,
Buried in the sands of time,
Like prairie dust.
If you’re silent – you can hear the whispers;
Now, only memories of a forgotten past.
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Stone Soup is a folktale about sharing during a time of hardship.
The age old tale begins with the arrival of a poor starving beggar at depression struck Village. The Villagers hardly have enough provisions for themselves so refuse to feed this stranger. The beggar then offers to share his meal with them. Obviously, the beggar has no food but he is an alchemist. The magic begins when he adds a stone to a boiling pot of water. Curious, the untrusting Villagers gathered around the beggar to watch as he prepared the special soup. Since none of the villagers had enough in there larder to share with others, they found the generosity of the poor beggar peculiar.
“What are you doing?” they asked.
He smiled politely at the unfriendly villagers while he wordlessly placed his pot of makeshift soup over a fire.
“I’m making stone soup. It’s delicious. I’ll be glad to share it with all of you when I’m finished.”
The villagers watched in awe as the beggar dipped his ladle into the mixture and tasted it. Continue Reading »
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“Go ahead, you can pet her. It’s okay.”
Little Britches eyed his father suspiciously, even at the ripe old age of two; he’d mastered the art of discernment.
Little Britches’ father was his hero. Still, he wasn’t totally convinced that petting that little bunting cow at the edge of the deck sniffing lilacs was in his best interest. Heck, the cows buddy, a young golden lab, knocked him over in exuberant body wriggling, tail wagging licking episodes – and, that farm dog wasn’t as big as the mini black cow with the white face they called Mable!
Little Britches shoved his hands deep into the pocket of his jeans and shifted his weight from one rubber boot to the other, his bright inquiring eyes peering up at his father from below his Blue Jays ball cap. He needed a tidbit more encouragement before attempting, “Mission: touch-the-cow!” Continue Reading »
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When you judge another; You are judging yourself; Let go of your illusions.
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Man Eater – Chapter 3
By: J.V. Andrus
It was summer now and all was calm. I was outside playing one evening when I spotted my run away pony, Judy. With her head down, she stood quietly in the corral by the barn, stamping her small hooves and flicking her thick white tail back and forth in an attempt to fight off the hoards of black flies that bit at her small golden body. Slowly, I walked towards the barn and nonchalantly swung the gate closed to trap Judy. I turned to find myself cornered.
I was frozen to the spot. Man Eater dove at me, white rimmed eyes full of hate and black ears flattened to the 
back of his head. Grabbing me with his teeth, he flung me into the air. The world exploded as I hit the ground and in half a daze, I crawled under the corral to safety.
Luckily for me, the jacket I had been wearing was my brother’s and being four sizes too big, I had slipped out the bottom. I sat and watched in mute silence as Man Eater tore the jacket to shreds, then turned heel and headed for the hills. I was soon to learn that this would only be the first of many attacks by the insane stallion. Continue Reading »
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Man Eater – Chapter 2
By: J.V. Andrus
I was only a small girl but I’ll never forget the first time I saw that wild horse. He was crazy-mad and full of hate.
We stood still as Daddy and Frank brought him through the yard, fighting and screaming. His nostrils were
flared wide and red and his white rimmed eyes were full of hate. His head and short mane were caked with blood and lather covered his huge black body.
The angry stallion fought the ropes that circled his neck and held him between the two other horses. He dived at Daddy’s horse only to be brought up tight by Frank’s rope. He turned and charged at Frank but was thrown backwards when Daddy’s rope pulled tight. He was a mass of flying feet and catching one of the ropes in his teeth bit down on it with such fury that the rope snapped but, Frank was too fast and another rope whistled through the air and landed over his head.
I was sick. I thought the poor horse would kill himself before he would stop fighting. It took the men an hour to corral the crazy, mad fighting horse. Continue Reading »
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