Meow-rings

Well today is my third time to get to try this free writing thingy.  With the grandbabes here my mind is not really too clear.  But Dear Hubby took them to see the great grandfolks so I could have a lil time with y'all.  So I will do my best....bear with me folks.

I love waking up to the purring of Mr. Kitty.  As usual he has curled up on my chest this morning.  The sun light is coming in all golden making his own yellow tinged fur to shine.  While I am waking and my breathing is changing his does too.  A twitch of an ear and flick of whiskers as he peeks through a slanted eye at me.  He knows I am awake.  When I try to move my hand his own paw moves on top of it, telling me not to hurry.  There is plenty of time to get moving.  This is a nice time of day to take stock in my life.  Pretty good if you ask me but of course I am biased.  But I have a roof over my head and a warm bed under me.  Lucky to know there is a husband who adores me and family that supports my thoughts and actions.  Pets that depend on me, chores to keep me busy and enough free time to do what I wish when I care to.  Honestly what would really be needed past those things.  I am fed, cared for, loved and have those to love.  Life is really good.  I know it is....why Mr. Kitty reminds me of it every morning.

Dropping our Guard

Today is Saturday.  So it is another free writing day for me.  Now I am not sure ever what I will write.  I am just going along with the flow of whatever is inside of me at that time.  It may not be any good either.  Just saying.  I am working more on an experiment to see if I have any talent at all.  Please comment what you honestly think.  It will be greatly appreciated!

The lil pony was in the corner of the pasture again today.  It seems he is always there.  Waiting.  Thinking.  Wondering if he will ever get out of the padlock there.  So hopeful.

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I know that the cattle guard that crosses the drive out keeps the pony inside.  With the fence line coming right up to it on each side.  Those bars across the ditch is all it takes to keep him inside.  He does not realize that he could easily jump over it.  All the pony sees is the depth of the ditch.  It keeps him fearful.  Just a hole in the ground and the pipe stripped over it is all it is.

Is this how our own fears work?  Do we see a simple obstacle and think we could never safely cross over?  Never taking the chance of making a leap from one train of thought to another.  If we were able to look at the problem from another view point.  To see that it is only a guard, a few pipes over a hole, that keep us inside the fence.  Freedom is waiting on the other side.  If we were to back up...snort at the issue...and then run with all of our might.  Leaping at the edge.  And over we could soar.  Over the stop.  Landing into a new life, a new view, a new way of looking at our opportunities.