Bernicie and I have already been out for our morning walk–in fact, it’s early enough that the horses are still in the barn, waiting for the Canadian Wrangler to bring them room service. It’s very cold out here in Spokaloo, and the sky is gray, as it was yesterday. Still, the quiet and the peace were lovely, and God and I had a great talk.
Yesterday, on the afternoon round, all the hayburners were out in the pasture, and Banjo and Traveler, my boys, were showing off big time. It takes my breath away, watching them run.
The writing is going very, very well–I turned on my sunshine lamp and sat down at my computer and presto, I was in Parable, with Hutch and Kendra and Slade and Joslyn, sharing in their adventures. I forgot all about the murky weather, I was so absorbed in the story.
I just started reading Ken Keyes’ “Handbook to Higher Consciousness.” Isn’t it strange how a book might as well be written in Greek if you’re not ready for it? I’ve tried to read this classic many times in my life, but it just plain didn’t make sense, until now.
Off to the Randy Travis concert this Saturday night, over at Northern Quest Casino. If you happen to see me there–I’ll be the one tapping both feet and grinning like a fool–come over and say howdy. After Saturday, I’ll be clearly identifiable by my souvenir T-shirt.
That’s the chat for today, my friends. Thanks for riding the same trail–I do enjoy your company.