Advice From a Canadian Goose

Some words of wisdom from my favorite bird:

Mate for life and stay monogamous;

Travel whenever you can;
Fly south to warmer weather;
Let the sun, moon, and starts guide you to your destination;
Travel great distances but come back to your roots;

When mean things are said to you, just let it roll off your back;
Endure life’s ups and downs with a positive outlook;
Don’t get your feathers ruffled over the small stuff;

Stretch your wings and fly high;
The sky is the limit for pursuing your dreams;

Work cooperatively together to encourage teamwork and when one member is hurt step up to help relieve the burdens;

Always be proud of who you are;

Take time to lie in the grass by a pond and slow things down in your life.
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The Thawing

I saw flies basking on the southside of my car today...
I never thought I would be thrilled to see a fly.
I woke to the sound of thousands...well, hundreds...okay, maybe a dozen Canadian geese honking!
The seagulls are back, waiting for the first plowing.
Our own robins have returned getting ready to build their wooly llama nest.
Scott has been outside a few times, watching his sheep and goats.
I am still wearing my winter coat, but my heart is starting to warm up.
Winter was extraordinarily long this year. It has taken its toll on me.
But, soon....new life will begin. And I will thaw and start to have new life, too.

Ah......Spring!

I Think I Hear the Gulls Coming

My favorite poet, Carol Lynn Pearson, has written a poem that some of you may have felt like in the past few weeks. I know I have had my moments and her poem reminds me that I am not alone in this. I heard the honking of Canadian geese when I went to work this week. It gave me hope that Spring is just around the corner, and the sun will warm the earth again.

Sometimes I just need to be reminded that change is coming and life is still good. Enjoy.

Time for the Gulls
by Carol Lynn Pearson

It’s time, Father,

For the gulls, I think.

My arms shake

From flailing my field.

I sink,

Broken as the little stalks

Beneath their devouring burden.

I yield it all to you,

Who alone can touch all things.

It’s time, Father,

For the gulls.

I will be still,

And listen for their wings.