Posts Tagged ‘home projects’
Finding Love
The balance of things swung the other direction yesterday after Thursday’s efforts went so smoothly. Repeated attempts to get a gasket to seal on the filter of our landscape pond were unsuccessful, despite employing my special trick of using dental floss to pull the rubber ring into the groove.
While constructing a second set of pallets for the compost area, I put away a tool in the shop sooner than I should have. I was working on the project down at the hay shed. I needed it later because I had gotten ahead of myself and entirely forgot to rig up one of the end pallets.
Wild weather may have contributed to the disruptions, as waves of severe thunderstorms in the area kept the day from ever being settled. Most of the intensity skirted around us, but we received a quick inch of rain in a very short span of minutes, with a noticeable but insignificant spattering of BB-sized hail.
In the time I remained indoors waiting for the first batch of potential heavy weather to arrive, I immersed myself in videos I found where the creator of “The Telepathy Tapes,” Ky Dickens, was being interviewed by other podcasters. They were enthralled because TTT had become a top podcast.
Host Ross Coulthart of “Reality Check” marveled that filmmaker Ky and neuroscientist Dr. Julia Mossbridge were on the verge of a “new” revelation about telepathy. When I first encountered the remarkable things that Ky’s podcast presents, I felt a similar excitement. However, there have been many different versions of beliefs and understanding about unseen phenomena throughout human history. It is not something new we are discovering. It is ancient ways that have been discounted over time as societies and science have buried precious truths in sometimes misguided attempts to improve life.
The fantastic phenomena described in the two seasons of Telepathy Tapes episodes have a common denominator of love. A pure divine vibration of loving energy that is the foundation of our existence.
It’s as if our search for love has become so muddled that we have lost more love than we have gained. How many shiny things does it take for humans to lose sight of what really matters? Modern science and medical fields appear to be steadfastly resistant to acknowledging possibilities that parents and caregivers are experiencing and witnessing.
Somehow, we need to find a way to infuse that divine love energy back into all facets of scientific and medical studies and practices. We owe it to ourselves because it is the most loving thing we could do for the world.
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Just Thursday
There wasn’t anything unusual about yesterday compared to any other Thursday. I got Wordle in 4. We did the morning horse chores after I walked Asher. Cyndie heated servings of an egg bake from the freezer for breakfast. Even though I was listening for the arrival of a truck to pick up the tractor, I never heard a thing.
When I stepped outside with Asher after breakfast, the tractor was gone. I think our house is soundproof.
Instead of getting one particular project started and finished, my methods of late tend to lean towards picking away a little bit at many tasks simultaneously. While walking Asher, I grabbed the hedge trimmer to cut down last year’s stalks of our tall Japanese Silver Grass at various locations around the property.
Later, I spent some time turning and reshaping old compost piles in hopes of reactivating the process that fell dormant over winter.
In a spontaneous decision, we suddenly decided to cut down an entire section of the lilac tree in our front yard.
The bark was peeling off the trunk. We tried wrapping it but that didn’t lead to the tree healing the wound. When the wrapping started falling off, we noticed a mushroom growing out of the side. Even though there were signs of new buds on the branches, we decided to cut the whole section off to avoid the tree wasting energy on the doomed portion.
That tree was there when we bought the place over 11 years ago and has continued to get taller and taller every year. I don’t know what to expect from it next. We’ll see what removing one of the five “trunks” does for the remaining portions.
While I had the chainsaw out, we headed into the woods to remove the latest tree that had fallen across one of our trails. I also brought down a medium-sized tree leaning against others at a 45-degree angle. We keep adding to the dead wood lying on the ground in our forest because trees fall more often than we can consume the wood.
One good outcome of the recent winds was that a previously snagged limb finally fell to the ground. It had been up there for years. It was just beyond the reach of my pole saw. I was able to cut down the rest of the tree, but this one section was hung up in the collar of another tree and we couldn’t shake it loose. Given enough time, it eventually came down without our help.
Toward the latter part of the afternoon, we gave the horses the next increment of time on the fresh pasture grass. Before our time limit was reached, Swings and Mix had come in of their own accord. I was doing some equine fecal relocation work in the paddock and Light came in to check on me. Mia stayed out gobbling grass.
When Cyndie presented their buckets of feed, I had to walk out and talk Mia into coming in.
It’s a special treat when a horse follows your lead without requiring a lot of coercion. My charm can be irresistible.
Just another Thursday in our little paradise.
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