I found myself in that place again where I feel stuck to actually write something. It cannot be that I am not inspired by my surroundings… I am. Honestly I think it is that I am over-inspired. What a grateful place to be. I am on overload of late. Everything I see, witness, feel and the people that I am in contact with on daily basis are part of this overload. It started with floods about a month ago. I ran to Pomeroy to try and capture some of it on film and it was overwhelming. I could feel the energy of that water underneath my skin and it stayed with me for about one week.

Then it was this project I am working on for the Kennedy Museum of Arts. The events committee that I am working with, are a force to be reckoned with. They come from all walks of
life; a master chef, a real estate genius, a choreographer, and events manager, a retired
professor, a vice president of a world renown business and a public relations maven. They all inspire me to be the best I can be for the Kennedy Museum of Arts.

Still…it is the day to day wanderings throughout my life at the Ranch that move me the most. We are surrounded by 126 acres of prime forest. I don’t often walk the woods as much as I used to but I have been conscious of their roll at the Ranch lately. Jeroch, one of my staff members and soul flower, recently found and old mom and pop coal mine on the hillside past Jorma’s studio. When we bought the land, we were told there used to be one….but I never thought we would actually find it. Me, John and Brett followed Jeroch to the site and watched him as he ventured into this little hole to find a chimney, anchors and a pretty good size space that was in fact the old mine. What a treasure……

Everything is in bloom right now and it is not even summer. The green of the trees is electric and the wildlife sings out daily. I have seen more coyote’s than ever before and the little things most people don’t get to stumble upon are right outside my office. A few days ago as I was pulling into the property, I saw this little bundle of fur in the field and realized it was a fawn. I put the car in gear and walked right up to it. I have never been that close to a deer outside of the Catskills Game Farm. This fawn couldn’t have been more than 3 weeks old. The mother… nowhere to be found. I knelt down and reached out to pat it’s leg but decided that probably wouldn’t be a good idea if the mother was around. I did not want to put my scent on this little wonder for fear that she might be rejected and really left alone. The next day, the deer was still there and Izze got to see it and for that…we were both so grateful. I called the game warden to see if they would come get her. They told me to let nature take it’s course and leave it alone. I didn’t like that answer but knew they were probably right.

I love that I am aware of all of this beauty in people and their work…and in nature. When what they do and who they are wraps me in their motherly arms and quiets the worry of my own struggles to be my best.