April 2012
1 post
November 2011
1 post
August 2011
3 posts
Get Dirty Damn It! It's Good For You...
Everybody should get dirty once in a while from good old fashioned hard work. I have always loved it. Work in the yard, on a farm, build something, but get dirty doing it. Get your hands (and whole body for that matter) into what you are doing whatever task it may be. Dirt under your fingernails, down your shirt, down your butt, on your legs, in your hair and for the sake of the Universe,...
WatchLongvue Farm - summer - a pond, a floating duck house and a chorus of cicadas…
I love the sound these things make.
After living in NYC for so long where you hardly hear them even in Central Park, it’s easy to forget how loud they can be. Sometimes you even have to raise your voice to talk over them. Every night, all night and often into the day they go at it. I always leave my window...
Watchimp:
just a quick 3 minute vid. A bit rusty, but I hope you like it. I am realizing the biggest reason why things dont happen is Fear.
Do you have fear?
July 2011
5 posts
my new buddy
Well, in true form right along with what my mom and sister have always done, Chris went and rescued another horse just a few days before Mom’s passing. He arrived malnourished but healthy otherwise. The poor boy had simply been neglected which just breaks all of our hearts.
The two of us have bonded. The first time I went into his stall he seemed a little like “why are you here and...
The Dark and the Light
So, here I am a week after Mom’s passing and writing about it. This whole blog thingy I am attempting will not just be about only her or death. I promise. For now though, it is because it’s where I am on this path. Blaaggghh! The word “path” or this whole path thing makes me want to vomit today - so fucking pretentious sounding - somebody kick my ass…
This is...
saying goodbye - hardest thing i ever wrote
I started this blog a couple of weeks ago never having done one (and I certainly would not call myself a writer) on a day where I thought I would lose my mind. I’m not normally so dark but it’s been a long and difficult path since January when Mom was diagnosed with cancer. I dropped everything in New York to come to Longvue Farm to be there with her every day during her treatment. She...
Requiem
He approaches.
He’s not so close that I can feel the cold emanating from his form or smell his scent, more like he’s down the road a piece.
In the distance I see that his gait is true. Not too quick, not too slow but it is definitely full of intention and I don’t like the way he moves. You can tell a lot about someone or some thing by the way they move. This one is too light,...
