Easter. Easter is on my mind because it is Easter. Our redeemer lives. Up and at ’em. It really doesn’t get any better. If you’re a Christian, and you haven’t used that name in vain, this is the day that’s saved your life. Your eternal life. For though death is temporal, life is eternal. Since there’s nothing beyond it. Like space itself. Space itself is the ultimate clue. Space is eternal by necessity. It has no end because it can have no end. What would be beyond space if space had an end? It may be empty but it can have no end.

Life’s vibrations form an ever expanding sphere travelling outward through that endles space endlessly. The same way radio waves emanate spherically outward endlessly. Only possibly faster. Possibly many, many times faster. Thought may travel at a speed that would seem, to us mere mortals in our current condition, to be instantaneous across the Milky Way Galaxy. Faster than a speeding electron, faster than a radio wave, faster than light. Much, much faster. The speed of Spirit, wholly entwined throughout the Universe.

Miraculous? Maybe not. Possibly explainable. Given the proper frame of mind. For with God all things are possible. It says so in The Good Book. If you check it. If it is indeed possible then it is more than likely explainable. But even if one cannot get one’s head around it one shouldn’t give up all hope. Have faith. Faith is almost free. It requires effort but what in this world doesn’t? Even sleep requires some effort. Have faith for blessed are those who have faith. We can’t all plunge a finger into Jesus’s wounds.

As He told many, “Your faith has healed you.” According to The Good Book that is the truth. And……. Like The Book says, “The Truth will set you free.”

I am a Truther.

Then, there.




The Robins are back. Have been. They are already getting fat. I heard them a few days ago. Maybe a week. If it wasn’t them it was another bird that I haven’t heard all winter that got me looking. They showed up rather thin and weak. At least the first few I saw bob bob bobbing around did. It makes me wonder how far they go when they leave and what that neighborhood is like. Do those locals note their comings and goings?

We must have a lot of worms and other such food here for them. Probably why they’re here. Go to where the food is. Like a refugee. Does a war ensue where they winter come spring? Are other more remote birds on the march into that winter haven driving the Robins back hither? Maybe some hibernating Meerkats or others wake up hungry for Robin flesh forcing a hasty retreat back north. Maybe none of the above, perhaps it simply gets too warm.

Snow Geese have been around off and on all winter. As have the Bald Eagles that started showing up in the last ten years or so. One pair likes to perch up on top of the hill in Dad’s old now dead tree. The tree he wanted to be buried under because he swore he died there one hot sunny dry afternoon while he watched his corn crop down on the bottom turn first gray from green then white from gray. During a drought. In other words he saw his crop die and it nearly killed him.

He did get to be buried under that old tree. Sort of. I placed a small branchlet on his corpse at his wake to fulfill his wish. I figured it was more reasonable than raiding his grave to move his body under a now dead tree that may not be there for very much longer. I may have gotten some flack for that had I been caught in the act even though I’d always told Dad that was my intention. He said he wouldn’t care for he’d be dead. Like his tree that died right before him.

But enough of death. Spring has sprung. It’s time for life. Or this part of it anyways. Just ask the red red Robins.

See you then, see you there.



Normal E

Feast or famine. Floods or drouth. It’s only normal. Normal is an average of extremes. Weather is bi polar if ever there was such a thing. It doesn’t matter if it’s winter or summer the atmosphere sinews from high to low pressure as it passes overhead.  Suffering souls seem to have no choice but to accept it. Yet we, the living things tethered to earth are it’s only resistance. Only the living mountains, if mountains can be called alive, can make much of a dent on the macro scale. The micro environments that we the living construct around ourselves can be the dent that carries life through. Not only plateaus, valleys, rivers, deltas, and bodies of water but the very bodies assembled by our living cells for themselves to thrive in. Whether done on a conscious level or not. While life is the intelligent way to go not all life is intelligent. Miraculous yes, intelligent no. Example? I give you food. For thought. I thought if you think it through you won’t be food again.


A May Day

Mayday! Mayday!

I think I’m going down. Downstairs and put another log in the fire. Or was that log in the web. I’m getting old. I get so confused. When in doubt cover every base. So I’ll do both. I’m down to only stocking the stove twice a day. The draft is turned down to almost off so it burns nice and slow. The outside temps have been around forty for three days now so it isn’t hard to keep the old house nice and toasty with a low fire. It’s this time of year you realize how much heat that wood contains. A little goes a long way when all you need is a little. I hope the little heat we had in the soil goes a long way. Until it warms back up. That’s all I’m asking. Now that I’ve planted. We’ll see, last year about this time we had snow. That planted corn did alright. I’m not really worried. Sorry to mislead. Sort of.

Those are happy exclamation points behind those Maydays. Not panicked ones from a plane going down. I’m saying kick up your heels and be glad you’re alive. Watching the newborn calves scamper about exploring their legs, the ground, gravity and such it’s easy to see the happiness that life is. They’re not affected by the drizzle and the cool. They are taking advantage of the cool by running all the faster and playing all the longer. Their moms are busy munching the new grass about the buildings since they broke out the other night. The whole herd jumped the hot wire down by the creek and have made the grand tour around the terraces to arrive back up here about the buildings on the wrong side of the wire. I let them be yesterday and haven’t headed out to roust them yet today. Though it’s definitely in the plans.

As soon as I’m done with these logs. The fire’s off and burning. This log’s about to burn up in the web too. Like a flea in a black hole. FffffT. Forty words amongst forty kazillion. Looking around, nothing left to stoke but the leftovers and the cattle. The cattle are busy eating so that’s what I’m about to do. If I don’t burn it. Have a great May. Have a great day.

It’s May, every day is going to be great. See you then, see you there …….