Photograph by Lynda Lehmann
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Instrumental Offerings from The Barn
As she walked away, she remembered that this was the barn of her family; handed down through the generations. Hard working hands, many long days of life were unfolded in this barn. Her memory took her back to the time when she’d help her daddy feed the calves, and how they sucked on her legs and her hands and every part of her that they could reach. She loved those little suckers.
Remembering those days of her youth here, brought a feeling of gratitude to her heart. Knowing that this barn would remain throughout her life time, a remembrance of those childhood days; she’s able to walk with pride each time she enters and leaves this barn.
All cleaned up, this barn, and no longer the holder of calves and their momma’s; she feels good about the transition she has made of it. This barn will now become the place where she can enter into her life’s offering.
With all of her instruments left to rest, she walks away refreshed and ready to take on the world…outside of the barn.
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Great photo! This went great with the beginning of a short story I'm working on. My post is too long, so here is my link:
My Muse and Me
He wasn't to be disturbed
The last few pages were pending
He needed the silence
The cabin was perfect
He needed to be alone
Yet, she chose to come by
Emergencies happen
He needed to know,
He's want to know, she told herself
She peeked,
No silence
He wasnt even alone
No last few pages being written up
The book lay unfinished
There they were
He lay by the lady in blue
Sharing bites of goat cheese dipped in honey
Surrounded by laughter and embraces
She turned away and walked back home
Instrumental Offerings from The Barn
As she walked away, she remembered that this was the barn of her family; handed down through the generations. Hard working hands, many long days of life were unfolded in this barn. Her memory took her back to the time when she’d help her daddy feed the calves, and how they sucked on her legs and her hands and every part of her that they could reach. She loved those little suckers.
Remembering those days of her youth here, brought a feeling of gratitude to her heart. Knowing that this barn would remain throughout her life time, a remembrance of those childhood days; she’s able to walk with pride each time she enters and leaves this barn.
All cleaned up, this barn, and no longer the holder of calves and their momma’s; she feels good about the transition she has made of it. This barn will now become the place where she can enter into her life’s offering.
With all of her instruments left to rest, she walks away refreshed and ready to take on the world…outside of the barn.
Honored, I am. Somehow, I really felt this one as I wrote it...maybe that's partly why it's resting underneath this photo now; with feeling.
Thank you, Laura Jayne :o) and thank you for sharing my photos here as well!!
Hoping that all is well with you and I often think of your mom too.
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