I was going over the big bridge yesterday and looked down at the river. The same river that goes behind my house. I noticed how beautiful green it is right now. Calmly drifting along. I can recall the days it was churning and brown. I connected this with my life. We recently went through an intense audit at the unit and things were churning and busy for awhile but now they are simply drifting along. We all have days that are cloudy or murky and some that are clear, like a river.The days that slowly go by and the ones that fly by. The days that are full, like the banks flooding and full, along with the days the river is low.

The river of life, I often tell people that we are all on this river of life and we all get off at different times.There is a bend in the river ahead so that you can not see what is coming as for the bend in the river behind you where all you have are the memories of being there. Some sit in the back of the boat contemplating what could have been. There are those who simply sit back and ride. Then there are those who stand on the bow and watch what is coming, never thinking about what was.

Some days the river is filled with fog. Other days are clear. Some days the river is rough and others the river simply floats along. This seems to be a lot like life.


here is a new picture of my little sunshine (taken with the touch pad) “aint she cute?”


she warms my heart like sunshine on the shoulders…


Mad bull

Here is the situation, Jenny the farmer’s wife looks out of her window.  What does she see but a bull in a field caught his head in between the bars of a feeder.

Jenny calls the fire brigade.  Their siren only makes the bull more agitated.  When they appraise the situation they realise they are not equipped to deal with cattle, so they phone for the RSPCA inspector to help free the animal.  

Six hefty firemen and the inspector push and pull the beast and eventually they wrestle its head from between the bars.

The bull was, by now, very angry and turned snorting at the men and began to attack them.      Fearing for their life, they hide in the animal feeder.  Whereupon the farmer’s wife burst into tears of joy followed by tears of laughter.

Short Moral Stories

Jenny was now able to rescue the rescuers.      All she did was get the bull’s old milk bottle, half fill it with milk, put on the teat, and use it to lead the bull from the animal feeder into the farmyard and close the gate.

this story found here

(gentle persuasion most often out does brute force)

(This story reminds me of the time I was coming home late one night and on the road I came upon a string of parked cars. I stopped, got out and noticed that about half a dozen cows had gotten out of the fenced pasture and were standing in the country road. People were shouting and yelling trying to sway the cows back into the downed fence but they were not co-operating. I went back to the truck and got a five gallon bucket, I scrapped up a hand full of pebbles and placed them in the bucket. I walked up to the cows and shook the bucket which would sound like a bucket full of oates. The cows simply followed me back into the fenced pasture and we pulled the barbed wire back up once all the cows were back in. You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink. You can lead a hand full of cows anywhere if they think you are going to feed them.)     Art~   (life on the trinity river is good)  (~_~)


have a zen filled day