Junior High with Wrinkles

The other night in one of my dreams, howling coyotes took on a prominent role.  I woke up, and sure enough, right outside my window were howling coyotes.  I smiled and fell back to sleep.  The following day, I was driving home and as I was within a mile of the place . . . on the top of a high telephone pole sat a hawk.  I looked up, he looked down, and we were both amazed!  I am sure he was the same hawk that I saw the first day I came to look at this place.  How lucky I am to be here.  I am grateful every single day for the situation where I am now living.

Yesterday, I was out in the arena doing my earthing.  I had on a heavy coat, a warm hat that came down over my ears, and bare feet on the dirt.  The only way I can stand sitting in the cold out there, is if I play a game on my iPad.  Carol rode by the arena.  She was going to have her husband take some video of the horse she was riding.  She asked if I wanted to go riding today.  A group we're in was having a ride.  But last time they had a ride, it was a lot of rigamarole, a lot of waiting around, and not much riding.  Plus, tonight is my gaming night.  So I said no.  I said no!  To riding!  Horses!  What an incredible luxury to not have to grab every chance at riding that I might get.  Again, I am so lucky.

Yesterday during the day, I joined a new group.  I didn't know what to expect . . . it was an all women discussion group.  It was awesome!  I had a great time and met some really nice people.  We did a lot of laughing, and it was an easy atmosphere.  I will definitely go back.

I had met a couple of the women before—one from the singles group that I'm in.  She described the group as "junior high with wrinkles."  I thought that was funny . . . and unfortunately, appropriate.