I was catching up on my blogs and I wanted to make sure to add Sarah's Alpaca M&S Ranch. I have heard wonderful things about the "Black Gold" fertilizer they produce. I also put the link to the right. Go Sarah!!! Wish you luck with your ventures.
On the subject of Alpaca pooh I found this nice description of the joys of Alpaca Poo. Not to be confused with Convergys POO.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Praying Mantis

I am amazed that I saw it as we normally do not have mild winters but I guess with the abnormally warm previous winter it survived.
I am glad as they may remove some of the Ant problem in our yard.
Hopefully it will be on his or her way by the time J gets home....
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Dreams of my Mother
When I was a child I had nightmares and my mother taught me how to lucid dream so that I would know that the dream is not real. I have always enjoyed it in the past as it allows me to take control of my dreams. When you know you are dreaming you can control the dream and break the rules of the natural world and Fly or wake up. There is nothing like flying in ones dream to liberate the soul.
Ever since my mothers death in march I have dreamed about my mother. It a double edged gift. I love seeing my mother and it comforts and eases the pain of her loss. However there comes a point that I realize and usually say something to question the dream. Immediately there is a gaping hole of loss that enters my heart. Usually my mothers expression change from the content and happy expressions to ones of sadness. She reassures me that she will always be with me and that I will see her again. Then she leaves my dream or more comminly I wake up.
I hope the dreams continue to appear as I sleep. However painful the moment of realization of loss is, the comfort is worth the cost.

Ever since my mothers death in march I have dreamed about my mother. It a double edged gift. I love seeing my mother and it comforts and eases the pain of her loss. However there comes a point that I realize and usually say something to question the dream. Immediately there is a gaping hole of loss that enters my heart. Usually my mothers expression change from the content and happy expressions to ones of sadness. She reassures me that she will always be with me and that I will see her again. Then she leaves my dream or more comminly I wake up.
I hope the dreams continue to appear as I sleep. However painful the moment of realization of loss is, the comfort is worth the cost.
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