#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Whoopee, it’s Monday! (No, I’m not kidding.)

I love me a Monday.  A whole lovely week ahead, like a blank sheet of paper, or a fresh canvas, or a book I know I’m going to love but haven’t started yet…or….

Well, you get the idea.  I do enjoy a beginning.  :)  (As long as it’s the beginning of something good, that is.  Or at least interesting!)  I totally buy into the Beginner’s Mind thing–it’s important, I believe, to be open to new ways of thinking, doing and being.  Once a person decides they’ve got it handled, well, they’re in trouble.  Besides, I love discoveries, and one must push the envelop a little to make them, however small they may be.

Before I give you an account of my fairly hectic weekend, here are last week’s prizewinners: Sue Norhausen and Gwenda Underwood.  Congratulations, ladies.  Your autographed books will be on their way to you tomorrow.  And, as usual, a new contests begins today, so if you haven’t won yet, well, here’s another chance.  Just comment.

Now, to tell you about my weekend.  :)  I got up very early on Saturday morning–around six–and, after attending to the pets and brewing myself a cup of coffee, I lit some candles and sat down to study another lesson in THE COURSE IN MIRACLES.  I gotta tell you, every day, as I turn those pages, highlighter in hand, I come across something that both surprises and delights me.  Not to belabor a point, but the Course is a constant amazement to me.  I’m so glad I’m finally ready for it.  I also went back to listening to the Daily Audio Bible, and I’m in the process of catching up on the two weeks or so I’ve missed.

OK, yes, the Old Testatment–or parts of it–still get to me.  I just don’t believe that a loving God (and I know He’s loving) really told those people to do awful things to the people in some country they feel led to invade.  Sounds like projection to me.  (I know some of you will disagree, and that’s perfectly all right with me; I respect your right to your opinion and can only hope you’ll show me the same courtesy.  :) )  Still, MOST of the Old Testament is well worth reading–I love the epic stories in Genesis and Exodus and, now that I understand it better, I love the Book of Job.  (Oh, that great God-moment when He says something along the lines of, “Where were YOU when I created the entire universe?”  He’s got us there, my friends.)  And then there are the Psalms–some of the most beautiful poetry ever written–and the Proverbs.  All that said, I’m giving myself permission to skip Leviticus next time it rolls around on the podcast.  I can’t stand those descriptions of sores and sacrifices even one more time.  And if you’re wondering why I don’t start a new paragraph, it’s because the site is doing something weird again.  :)  I have more to say about my doings this weekend, but I will save that for tomorrow, along with some recommended reading.  Maybe my computer will be behaving by then.  :)



It’s Friday again? You’re kidding me….

Where do the days go???  Five minutes ago, it was Monday!

I had the BEST writing day yesterday–really made some progress.  I plan to write today and take the weekend off to do crafts, watch videos on Joggles.com, among other sites, and listen to at least one audio-book.  :)  I just finished a sort-of suspense novel called DON’T TRY TO FIND ME, and it was pretty good.  It’s a family-in-crisis story, about a 14 year old girl who runs away from home, and what her parents go through trying to find her.  Rough going at times, because running away is never a good idea, and young Marley has to learn that the hard way.  If there are any teenagers reading this and thinking about leaving home, listen up.   Don’t do it.  There are some really, REALLY bad people out there, and trust me, they WILL hurt you if they get the opportunity.  If you can’t talk to Mom and/or Dad–not if you just think you can’t, but if you really, truly can’t–approach a teacher, your doctor, a priest, rabbi or minister, or a friend’s parents, anyone you know you can trust.  There ARE solutions, no matter how bad things may seem.

Here’s me, up on my soapbox again.  :)  Now, for the part where I ramble.

The Canadian Wrangler is mending slowly but surely.  Thanks for all your words of encouragement; I know he appreciates them.

Little Gibson is turning out to be quite the chow-hound, and he’s growing like the proverbial weed.  We all love him so much, and we are all thankful for your prayers and good wishes.

I was up early again this morning, studying the Course in Miracles, enjoying the candlelight, and cutting house shapes out of watercolor paper for a project I’ll be working on over the weekend.  (Not that it can really be called work.)

Just glanced out my office window and saw a flock of turkeys trotting by, single-file.  They’re real comedians, those birds, and some of them are huge.  I’ve seen them try to perch on the slender branches of my Aspen trees and bob up and down like crazy.  Maybe they think they’re robins…?  When early November rolls around, we start warning them to be careful.  :)  We see a lot of deer, too, along with the usual coyotes, and the occasional moose, too.  I am still awed when Bowinkle shows up. 

I’ll be announcing this week’s contest winners on Monday, right here on this blog, so be sure to stop by.  A new round will start the same day, and all you have to do to enter is comment.

Have an extra-special weekend, my friends.


Cattle drives rarely went more than ten or twelve miles a day, as the cattle had to be given time to rest and graze. A drive from Texas to Montana could take up to five months.