Give me a horse

As some of you know I am a writer. Usually poetry but more recently I have felt called to write and share different writing. Recently published  "Whats in your kit?" a beginners look at farm first Aid.

What's in your Kit?

I am also considering putting together my "honorable mentions" in a collection of short stories
 Opening with the poem "Give me a Horse "  and that is currently the working title.

Just a little update.

Possibilities

This post is something a little different. Sharing  one of the new(er) things I am doing in my world.
I recently started a page on Facebook called Possibilities . It is about and for my use of young living essential oils. Here is part of my "why"
In this current day and age we are seeing a trend towards people returning to nature and returning to a more organic way of life. With so much technology and pollution both of the air and of our minds, we are seeking a simpler gentle lifestyle.
People are turning back to ancient ritual, ancient learning and ways of knowing. Using homegrown natural products, making/growing our own food, and looking to the plants and the earth for medicine, and healing. One of the ways we're doing this is the use of pure extracted essential oils.

I have used essential oils for many years, and have reaped great benefit from the natural healing properties. In approximately 2009 I signed up with Young Living, essentially just to get my oils at a discount. I wasn't interested at that time in building a business or networking just wanted my oils.

 I have recently connected with a wonderful group of people who are sharing education, supports, and mentor-ship for those of us who are interested in building community with Young living oils.

 If this is something that interests you , let me know, if not carry on and we will keep talking horses and poetry and life. 

I am just sharing this part of my life with you all as well 

Enroll with me

for the cowgirls

got thinking about horses and cowgirls, and one in particular who joined us all in blogging for a time. I miss my friend. But I believe this to be true so we will meet again.

When they have died 
When they are gone
Fear not friends 
The cowgirls live on 
In the crackle of lightning 
And the rumble of thunder
Those left behind
Will listen and wonder
If the cowgirls of past
Are racing their horses
Or climbing the mountains 
to meadows of green 
Riding new trails yet to be seen
Forever they are
And stories they’ll share
The cowgirls and horses
Beyond the great somewhere