Overcoming Bloglessness

My High Noon

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Daily PromptAt noon today, take a pause in what you’re doing or thinking about. Make a note of it, and write a post about it later.
via High Noon.

We drove out to the river this morning while the church goers were still in the pews.

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Flathead River

The green water of the Middle Fork and brown water from the North Fork merge here.

It looks like a clan of beavers merge here too.  There was an amazing amount of evidence everywhere, but we couldn’t find their damn dam. My husband figures this tree must’ve been chewed on above when the snow was deep and the lower part was carved after snowmelt. Or else there was one really tall beaver.

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I collected some long sticks.  The girls like to use them for torches, when we have a campfire.  I was running low on torches.
I only brought home one rock; a large, pale, purplish-pink boulder.   I can always use another rock in the garden or around the henyard.

We visited this guy.

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This is his mate. I suspect they have eggs in the nest by now.

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By the way, the ravens at Wellesley college are nesting in front of the ravencam again. I’ve not yet heard how many eggs are in the nest. You can watch them at
http://www.wellesley.edu/ravencam

By noon, we were hungry and on our way home. PB and J.

Now it’s after three, and I do believe it’s wine time.

Maybe I’ll take the hens for a walk. They follow me like puppies. Such good girls.

 

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Author: Susan B Raven

For many years I have suffered from debilitating bloglessness, only writing in my head, while everyone else posted and shared with ease. Previous attempts at recovery have failed, my secret journals edited to death, pages torn out, crumpled and trashed. I will not succumb to this embarassing condition. I will continue to struggle against the rampant backspacing and endless blank staring. I refuse to relapse into the void that is bloglessness. I can do it. I am doing it. I am Overcoming Bloglessness.

12 thoughts on “My High Noon

  1. It is nice to get out while others are still in the pews. 🙂

  2. Always did prefer the “text that nature renders” I was going to share a link but as it’s Easter, here’s verse and scripture. 🙂

    THE CALL OF THE WILD by Robert Service

    Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there’s nothing else to gaze on,
    Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore,
    Big mountains heaved to heaven, which the blinding sunsets blazon,
    Black canyons where the rapids rip and roar?
    Have you swept the visioned valley with the green stream streaking through it,
    Searched the Vastness for a something you have lost?
    Have you strung your soul to silence? Then for God’s sake go and do it;
    Hear the challenge, learn the lesson, pay the cost.
    Have you wandered in the wilderness, the sage-brush desolation,
    The bunch-grass levels where the cattle graze?
    Have you whistled bits of rag-time at the end of all creation,
    And learned to know the desert’s little ways?

    Have you camped upon the foothills, have you galloped o’er the ranges,
    Have you roamed the arid sun-lands through and through?
    Have you chummed up with the mesa? Do you know its moods and changes?
    Then listen to the Wild — it’s calling you.
    Have you known the Great White Silence, not a snow-gemmed twig aquiver?
    (Eternal truths that shame our soothing lies.)
    Have you broken trail on snowshoes? mushed your huskies up the river,
    Dared the unknown, led the way, and clutched the prize?
    Have you marked the map’s void spaces, mingled with the mongrel races,
    Felt the savage strength of brute in every thew?
    And though grim as hell the worst is, can you round it off with curses?
    Then hearken to the Wild — it’s wanting you.
    Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, groveled down, yet grasped at glory,
    Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole?
    “Done things” just for the doing, letting babblers tell the story,
    Seeing through the nice veneer the naked soul?

    Have you seen God in His splendors, heard the text that nature renders?
    (You’ll never hear it in the family pew.)
    The simple things, the true things, the silent men who do things —
    Then listen to the Wild — it’s calling you.
    They have cradled you in custom, they have primed you with their preaching,
    They have soaked you in convention through and through;
    They have put you in a showcase; you’re a credit to their teaching —
    But can’t you hear the Wild? — it’s calling you.
    Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us;
    Let us journey to a lonely land I know.
    There’s a whisper on the night-wind, there’s a star agleam to guide us,
    And the Wild is calling, calling . . . let us go.

  3. I found your blog through The daily post at WordPress. i like it here, I think I’ll visit more often. And….i love Montana. Especially around Glacier NP.

  4. Looks more like that raven was visiting you…Enjoyed spending the day with you…Judy https://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2015/04/05/high-noon-with-emily-dickinson/

  5. Loved the photos of the trees. The natural world is known to be elusive. I think animals have a sixth sense of when we’re looking to spot a glimpse.

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