Topic: inner reflections
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highmountainmuse posted a blog entry
Turning White
It does not happen all at once. It is often slow, subtle, easy and soft. Layer upon layer it builds, piling deeper and...
It does not happen all at once. It is often slow, subtle, easy and soft. Layer upon layer it builds, piling deeper and...
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“Thankful Thursday”
Inspired by (and with gratitude for) Kim from Enlightened Horsemanship through Touch and her series with this name, I take a...
Inspired by (and with gratitude for) Kim from Enlightened Horsemanship through Touch and her series with this name, I take a...
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Walk alone
The woods are still, though I know there is a gentle movement in the cool air along the treetops as I hear the whine of two...
The woods are still, though I know there is a gentle movement in the cool air along the treetops as I hear the whine of two...
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Change of address
Announcing a change of address for this blog!High Mountain Musing is changing it’s web site address from: ...
Announcing a change of address for this blog!High Mountain Musing is changing it’s web site address from: ...
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Time is told by memories
Time is told by memories, by the change of seasons, the growth of our children, shadows from the sun, phases of the moon,...
Time is told by memories, by the change of seasons, the growth of our children, shadows from the sun, phases of the moon,...
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Under the light of the waxing moon
I step out of the comfort of my cabin and into the cold night air, into the soft radiance of the moon subtly opening up the...
I step out of the comfort of my cabin and into the cold night air, into the soft radiance of the moon subtly opening up the...
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On truth
Last night I sat next to my son on his bed, with my arms around him, and tried to bring him comfort. He is bigger than me...
Last night I sat next to my son on his bed, with my arms around him, and tried to bring him comfort. He is bigger than me...
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Deep in the woods
Nine degrees below zero, and only an inch of snow. The frost starts to form within the earth. It begins, becomes a part of...
Nine degrees below zero, and only an inch of snow. The frost starts to form within the earth. It begins, becomes a part of...
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Awaiting winter
Winter approaches like foam riding the waves in a deep sea, still so far from the shore. Our emotions follow suit with the...
Winter approaches like foam riding the waves in a deep sea, still so far from the shore. Our emotions follow suit with the...
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Grounded
There are days I need to lie on the ground and let go. No mother can soothe me like the mountain. We seek words and wisdom...
There are days I need to lie on the ground and let go. No mother can soothe me like the mountain. We seek words and wisdom...
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Stillness
p>The road was still, silent, untouched all day as the snow came down in heavy flakes, wet and warm, sticking to each fine and...
p>The road was still, silent, untouched all day as the snow came down in heavy flakes, wet and warm, sticking to each fine and...
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Farewell to a fine horse
The coyotes and crows now feed on youBut you died long agoYears before when she took you awayStole your point and your...
The coyotes and crows now feed on youBut you died long agoYears before when she took you awayStole your point and your...
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Modern woman
My passion is my family, my mountain, my horses. On these “pages” I share the simple life yet magnificent world around...
My passion is my family, my mountain, my horses. On these “pages” I share the simple life yet magnificent world around...
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Ruth’s River
Your river calls you, sings softly to you, lures you like the PiperAnd into her arms you go and flowEnwrapped like a sleeping...
Your river calls you, sings softly to you, lures you like the PiperAnd into her arms you go and flowEnwrapped like a sleeping...
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On a naked hillside
On a naked hillsideWhere the aspen stand like sticksFine branches free of leavesStarkly fixed against the autumn skyHarsh...
On a naked hillsideWhere the aspen stand like sticksFine branches free of leavesStarkly fixed against the autumn skyHarsh...
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The gentle Rio
A river used to mean a place to swim. To languidly lie upon her upper throws and roll and wallow at ease in her waters. That...
A river used to mean a place to swim. To languidly lie upon her upper throws and roll and wallow at ease in her waters. That...
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Moody mountain
As moody as a woman, we expect nothing less as she retains her right to change her mind no matter what we say or do. At times...
As moody as a woman, we expect nothing less as she retains her right to change her mind no matter what we say or do. At times...
