We did it. We finally named the farm. The Astral Plains. It was a name that came to us, actually I think it was Wayland's idea, early on. Also considered were Mystic Fields, Soul Dreams, and Spice of Life. We wanted something that would embrace our love of the Sci-Fi and Fantasy genres, but it was more than that. We wanted something to tell people who we are.
We're dreamers and thinkers. We're creators. We're open to the possibilities of life - the endless possibilities of life, our planet, our universe, and beyond.
Here on The Astral Plains we feed imagination while making dreams reality. Here on The Astral Plains you can find peace and inspiration. You can find love and acceptance. You can find yourself or you can look for your self.
Yes, I will be teaching horseback riding lessons on The Astral Plains. But, it is so much more than that. I'm offering a chance for people to live life the way they want to live their lives. I'm offering hope for the future, a new beginning, a way to relax and enjoy a day on the farm.
My hope is that people will come here to embrace life.
Yesterday we had a chance to embrace an evening like no other evening. Our dear friends, Skogen and Lulu, came over for dinner. As usual we enjoyed preparing a meal together and watching the antics of the critters. A spring thunderstorm rolled in and it rained for over an hour. Thunder made the dogs cower in fear, but the rain brought green grass and spring buds.
As the rain began to subside we noticed the driveway had flooded and the horse field had given birth to a river and a lake. Strider, who is usually a cautious dog, waded knee deep into the new lake. He chased the spiral of water flowing into the drainage pipe and watched it cascade out the other side in a waterfall over the rocks and cinder blocks. He spooked at something, making a big splash, spooking the horses as well.
Brave Deacon had to come over and check out what was going on and he began splashing in the lake on his side of the field. Water loving Smokey and Prince quickly joined in. And even Land Lubber Sonny visited the lake. Bandolero was having none of it, though grazed close by as not to be left out of the herd.
Soon, it was a big horsey wading pool. Everyone was splashing away. Luckily, Wayland noticed the fun and went for his camera early so we have several shots to commemorate the affair. Smokey went down to roll not once, but twice. Perhaps he wasn't wet enough after that big rain shower. Or perhaps he just really loves water. Prince, who usually gets both front feet into the water trough to splash was much happier with this new lake. He splashed and splashed, and then put his nose into the water to blow bubbles and get a bite of hay off the bottom.
It was better than any movie or TV show I've ever seen. I could watch my horses play all day long. This was truly a special treat and a moment I will cherish as long as I live. I'm thrilled that I got to share it with not only my husband, but also the Studebakers because that's what The Astral Plains are all about - sharing love with each other.
Not an hour later the lake was gone. It had all drained out through the drainage pipe, which deserved some time off after doing such a good job. This morning even the river is gone. The grass is greener, and bushes that weren't blooming yesterday are blooming today. Spring has sprung on The Astral Plains.
Now, we will sit back and enjoy the ride as soon as we finish all the work that needs to be done.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
An Artist in Dreams
I lit some candles last night and became an artist in dreams.
I was cleaning and found the stash of candles from my Tree's house warming party. (Yep, I belong to a Tree.) They had carved words into the candles to bless my new home. Words such as: prosperity, wealth, health, positivity, laughter, and fun. I went to bed tired, earlier than usual, and woke up feeling refreshed.
I had a nice, new dream. Not that my old dreams aren't nice, but I tend to dream about the same thing or same theme quite often. Last night was new. I was driving a new to me, yet quite old red pickup truck. It had pictures all over the dashboard from the former owner of him, his family and his horses. I really liked this truck. It was smaller than my behemoth of a truck and had character. Perhaps I'll keep an eye out for it. I was driving this truck up a cobblestone street when I realized I needed to drive through this very small barn to get home. As I pulled into the barn I realized it was full of some type of black exotic chicken. Small, fuzzy grey chicks were running around everywhere and I nearly hit one. I stopped and jumped out to check on it when the farmer came running up. He was a middle aged Latino man, who was very concerned for his chick, yet very welcoming to me. He knew that his barn was a street that people had to drive through. After checking on his chick, which was unscathed, I told him I would help him stop the use of his barn as a street and get the city council to put in a new street instead. He was very appreciative. He told me I could finish driving through. I decided it would be best to back up and find a way around.
Back out on the cobblestone street I saw a beautiful white Victorian house with a large sign out front. I thought it was a "For Sale" sign. But, it was actually a sign with a large pencil drawing of my father on it. The sign read: "Anthony Maruffi Properties." My Mom and Aunt Cathy were on the front porch. I walked up with tears in my eyes.
"Mom, I thought you decided to sell this place!" I said to her.
"No, we decided that you should have it as your new shop," she told me.
"Shop for what?" I asked.
"Whatever you want," she said bringing me inside.
Trinity Ruggles was at the door.
That's the last thing I remember. I don't know what this place was, or where, but I do know that last night in my dream I became an artist. On that sign, clear as day was a wonderful pencil line drawing of my father. How in the world can my brain create a perfect drawing in my dreams, but there's no way I could ever recreate that while awake? (By the way, my father is alive and well. I think this sounds like he's deceased. But, he isn't.)
Perhaps the dream is telling me that I'm not done dreaming yet. I know that most of my biggest dreams have come true. And I'm incredibly thankful for that every single day. But, perhaps I forget I have more out there. I want to be a better witch and a better healer. I want to open up a tack store one day. And perhaps, I want a little, old, red truck.
I woke up suddenly and completely this morning. I didn't take Benadryl last night, which helps. That always makes me wake up slowly and groggily, and late. I'm trying to get off the 'dryl. It's not good for me. I don't want to have to take it because I'm so snotty that I can't breathe. I'm going to get back into Reiki and chakra work. I really enjoyed it when I was doing it. I felt empowered. And it's something I strongly believe in. If I have the power to help myself heal in my very own hands why am I not using it? Laziness. That's the only answer.
This year, I'm going to be less lazy. I can't say that I'm not going to be lazy because I know that's a lie. I like being lazy to an extent. But, as with most things I "Go big or go home." So, I do it all the way. And being lazy all the way just gets me a gut, a sugar belly, a pooch, a FUPA! Agh! Not a FUPA!!!
It's hard when it's the middle of winter and it's cold outside. I start my day by bundling up, feeding 5 horses and 2 donkeys and cleaning the barn. I work up a good sweat doing this. It makes me feel like that's my workout for the day and I can go inside and sit around. But, it should be just the beginning to my day. I don't usually eat breakfast before I feed horses. But, today I did. Today, I woke up, made tea and toast, blogged, and fed my dogs first. Today I'm going to do something I can be proud of. Perhaps today I'll suck it up and ride. Perhaps today I'll read a Reiki book. Perhaps today I won't be lazy. Perhaps today I'll be an artist while awake.
I was cleaning and found the stash of candles from my Tree's house warming party. (Yep, I belong to a Tree.) They had carved words into the candles to bless my new home. Words such as: prosperity, wealth, health, positivity, laughter, and fun. I went to bed tired, earlier than usual, and woke up feeling refreshed.
I had a nice, new dream. Not that my old dreams aren't nice, but I tend to dream about the same thing or same theme quite often. Last night was new. I was driving a new to me, yet quite old red pickup truck. It had pictures all over the dashboard from the former owner of him, his family and his horses. I really liked this truck. It was smaller than my behemoth of a truck and had character. Perhaps I'll keep an eye out for it. I was driving this truck up a cobblestone street when I realized I needed to drive through this very small barn to get home. As I pulled into the barn I realized it was full of some type of black exotic chicken. Small, fuzzy grey chicks were running around everywhere and I nearly hit one. I stopped and jumped out to check on it when the farmer came running up. He was a middle aged Latino man, who was very concerned for his chick, yet very welcoming to me. He knew that his barn was a street that people had to drive through. After checking on his chick, which was unscathed, I told him I would help him stop the use of his barn as a street and get the city council to put in a new street instead. He was very appreciative. He told me I could finish driving through. I decided it would be best to back up and find a way around.
Back out on the cobblestone street I saw a beautiful white Victorian house with a large sign out front. I thought it was a "For Sale" sign. But, it was actually a sign with a large pencil drawing of my father on it. The sign read: "Anthony Maruffi Properties." My Mom and Aunt Cathy were on the front porch. I walked up with tears in my eyes.
"Mom, I thought you decided to sell this place!" I said to her.
"No, we decided that you should have it as your new shop," she told me.
"Shop for what?" I asked.
"Whatever you want," she said bringing me inside.
Trinity Ruggles was at the door.
That's the last thing I remember. I don't know what this place was, or where, but I do know that last night in my dream I became an artist. On that sign, clear as day was a wonderful pencil line drawing of my father. How in the world can my brain create a perfect drawing in my dreams, but there's no way I could ever recreate that while awake? (By the way, my father is alive and well. I think this sounds like he's deceased. But, he isn't.)
Perhaps the dream is telling me that I'm not done dreaming yet. I know that most of my biggest dreams have come true. And I'm incredibly thankful for that every single day. But, perhaps I forget I have more out there. I want to be a better witch and a better healer. I want to open up a tack store one day. And perhaps, I want a little, old, red truck.
I woke up suddenly and completely this morning. I didn't take Benadryl last night, which helps. That always makes me wake up slowly and groggily, and late. I'm trying to get off the 'dryl. It's not good for me. I don't want to have to take it because I'm so snotty that I can't breathe. I'm going to get back into Reiki and chakra work. I really enjoyed it when I was doing it. I felt empowered. And it's something I strongly believe in. If I have the power to help myself heal in my very own hands why am I not using it? Laziness. That's the only answer.
This year, I'm going to be less lazy. I can't say that I'm not going to be lazy because I know that's a lie. I like being lazy to an extent. But, as with most things I "Go big or go home." So, I do it all the way. And being lazy all the way just gets me a gut, a sugar belly, a pooch, a FUPA! Agh! Not a FUPA!!!
It's hard when it's the middle of winter and it's cold outside. I start my day by bundling up, feeding 5 horses and 2 donkeys and cleaning the barn. I work up a good sweat doing this. It makes me feel like that's my workout for the day and I can go inside and sit around. But, it should be just the beginning to my day. I don't usually eat breakfast before I feed horses. But, today I did. Today, I woke up, made tea and toast, blogged, and fed my dogs first. Today I'm going to do something I can be proud of. Perhaps today I'll suck it up and ride. Perhaps today I'll read a Reiki book. Perhaps today I won't be lazy. Perhaps today I'll be an artist while awake.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)