First, my apologies. Our internet has been dysfunctional the past few weeks. I suppose I am lucky to have it at all out here. Unable to post, keep up, respond, check in as I would like to. There will be time to catch up in the future. Winter comes.
Though I care for many of you, in my odd and quiet way. Strong and fiery as my voice may sound at times. To those who noticed my absence and wrote to check in, thank you. Yes, I am alive and well. Not even too busy or depressed, off in the wilderness or on the road. No real good excuse except the satellite connection, or lack thereof.
Second, an update. Where I am.
Where I am is where I was is where I will remain.
Where I am meant to be. For now, if not forever, for who can portend the future?
Full moon on frosted grass in the dark hours of morning. Silver lights shine underfoot with almost as much mystery as the sparkle of the overhead stars. Familiarity is lost to magic of the moment and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Changing of seasons, of stages of life. Aging, passing, birth and death. A dying forest surrounding me, calling for my voice to speak where it cannot. A hawk circles me, confirms, accepts, allows. We speak a silent dance for just a moment. Long enough.
So much changes, remaining where I am. The soothing blanket set out to dry in fierce winds. Refreshing. Discomforting. Take not the console of comfort for granted. Too easily lost. And found. Changing.
The first of leaves fade brown and yellow. An early passing this year. You know I am ready.
Forrest returns to university, to Canada. Bob and I to our empty but busy nest.
Plans for winter projects, putting up hay, groceries, firewood, chickens, starting winter lettuce to grow in my kitchen this fall…
Third, some thought of gratitude, words of thanks.
Thank you for joining me here. Some strangers, some friends, even a few I have never met but have become a part of our family over the years…
Thank you for being there, for sticking with me. Allowing me to speak. Quiet as my voice may be. Allowing me to listen. To challenge and talk and argue…No, we won’t always see eye to eye… I don’t need to speak with a mirror. I would rather speak with you.
Thank you for being there, for reminding me none of us are
ever really alone. All we need to do is reach out.
Today I send a long arm out to you with a slow embrace through the wires or wavelengths or whatever makes this stuff work.
Namaste.
Gin Getz 
Dont feel bad . We Have Century Link for the comp and land line .There repair station is about 3 blocks away . There service was down for serveral days . I called them serveral times on the cell phone and give them its number . No reply . I finally went down there and they said the repair man tryed to call but no one answered . .The only number they gave him was there land line which was down .I sell some on E Bay and had to get ahold of everyone that purchased something and explain the delay .When someone finally did come to fix it I told him his company reminded me of the old saying “There are a lot more horses asses than horses ”
I did miss your writings but just thought you had things to do .It is still over 100 here and no sign of let up .A cool morning in my shop with a good cup of coffee would be like heaven .Before we get too old we are going to move north .I dont know where just out of here .You never know we could be neighbors .Good luck with your computer and getting ready for winter .
Just give us a words eye view how things are .I look forward to them and your photos very much .
Thank you for being you, Gin.
I remember from ranching days that one gets so busy with fences and buildings and whatever. People worry that all has gone quiet. No, one is busy making sure that one survives!
A big hug from me in civilisation, a thing that isn’t quite all that it’s held up to be. But the hug is genuine.
Oh my gosh, Gin! The photo is absolutely amazing…is it Crescent? At first I thought it was Crow…flying!
Well, I just saw the name on the photo…it’s my beautiful Bayjura! I thought the white mark on the head looked more like Crescent’s, even thought it was hard to tell from the side…can’t believe I didn’t recognize her. Don’t tell her!
Great post Gin. I feel as you do about my blogger friends. I have not been posting as much lately. No excuse, but have been busier these days.
So glad you are well and feeling positive about life. We all have our days. I thank God for my blessings extra specially when I have days like that. And I know I am blessed.
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Gin, sometimes I get on here just to look at that beautiful photo of Bayjura. Just absolutely amazing.
Nice one!
THATS a killer photo, Gin.