A resolution for life, every year renewed. Even the smallest action ripples. Each morning awake to try again. And again. Little bits make a difference.

The cover is done. We made the 2024 distributor's catalog. The final proof will be in two weeks. We have a Facebook page and friends helping to spread the word. It is coming at the end of February. A year's work of research and heartache was dedicated to a man who...

Nature's stone box lined with Ponderosa Pines. A gulch flows three months a year, it's water just passing through. Walk a few yards from the house and I'm engulfed by wilderness. Wildlife big and small, legged and winged, also call it home. Benny has my back. He knows...

The seasons change, a time to see more clearly. The crisp cold heightens our awareness. Summer is now long ago. The snow asks for new dreams. Unhook the hoses, cut back the garden, and stack the wood. And make room for whatever comes as the sun breaks through the...

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A tipi painted by a dearest friend, a Sioux. At the home of another dear friend, a Crow. Not a drop of indigenous of my own, but around me the blessings of friendship. My childhood in Oklahoma, the territory originally built with tears. A state constitution stolen...

Grand Tetons loom over the meadow where I rest. The universe reminds me of the gift of life. All my senses are engaged. This day, I know I am loved. The next day, a moment of zen.

Will we be alright? As we are reminded of our foibles. The pain of being human, imperfect in our thoughts and deeds. We reflect and reset with true forgiveness for each other. An internal race to find peace in one day, a fast burden. And heighten our attention to...

Fallen across the earth reflecting truth. A lone figure reset by her dear friend. Always faithful. Always welcoming, profound and sweet. This morning I reflected on the blessings of the clarity of Montana. Fresh with the glory of simplicity. The wonder of this massive...

August in Montana. The rest of the world bakes and burns. I contemplate if it's too hot to weed. The shade and breeze provide for a nice walk with Benny. We will walk, not weed. It's Saturday.