GrannyMoon's Morning Feast

I’m sure a Henry David Thoreau quote is ubiquitous on a Homesteading blog, but I cannot resist.  It is just so well said!

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately...

Whether you live in an apartment downtown or you are on 240 acres in the mountains, you too can homestead. When considering how to begin this process, start your plan with these categories:

Health & Wellness
Special Skill Sets

Next, start asking yourself a lot of questions and then answer those questions. We know that this exercise will make you feel vulnerable. Push through that feeling, at the end of it you will have a plan.

Determine how you are fulfilling these categories currently.

WATER: Where do you get your water? How is it filtered? What is its source? How is it delivered to you?

FOOD: How do you get your protein, carbohydrates, fats, vitamins and minerals? How are they…

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The Hobbler’s Hovel… Stuart France

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo


… “Strength of my sword-arm,” continued Fiachna, “destitute and decrepit though I now am, I have a treasure hidden away. I never dared dream I would live to pass it on to Cuill’s son.”

“Fine will be the gift of one who honours my father. Describe it to me.”

“It is the spear that Cuill stole from the Crafty Ones. I secreted it away wrapped in its cloak of darkness even as Goll and his clan sacked your father’s dun. I buried it and built my hovel over it. Tonight, should you wish it, it shall be yours.”

“Fiachna, my father-friend, with that spear this night I hope to win back my birth-right. It is in my mind to test my might against Alain, son of Mithna.”

“Terrible that spear, son of Cuill, I would not tempt you to your death with it.”

“My mind is set with or…

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quote- home

Shawn L. Bird

“Wherever you have friends, that’s your country.

Wherever you receive love, that’s your home.”

Tibetan proverb quoted by the Dalai Lama in The Book of Joy (I highly recommend this book!)

This quote brilliantly summarizes my experience of life with and as an exchange student.   Half your heart has moved to a new location.

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71! It’s Pop’s Birthday!

Many blessing on your 71st Popś…

But I Smile Anyway...

Today is the birthday of a man who is very special to me. In fact, without him, I wouldn’t be around today, literally!

It’s Pop’s Birthday Y’all!

Now if you have been reading my blog for any length of time, you will know the importance that my Pops has in my life. He has been a tower of strength, a teacher of positivity, a provider of stability, a fount of love. And my brother and I are so lucky to have him as one-half of our amazing parents!

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I have always been a total daddy’s girl, and he has always doted on me.

Over 40 years ago, when I was born, a woman came to see me. My mum’s mother had come over from Kenya. This woman came over and practically started to mourn the fact that the grandma had come over and a girl, rather than a boy, had…

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Originally posted on 70news: ? Donald Trump: ‘Terrorists do not worship God. They worship death,’If we do not act against this organized terror, then we know what will happen and what will be the end result.” Donald Trump:” Drive them out. Drive them out of your praises of worship. Drive them out of your…


The wisp of the night


Wisp of the night

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Used a paragraph by a Poet name Arsh. I hope you like.


Wisp of the night

What have we become? We have become stranger in the coldness of the lonely nights.
Holding on to what resembled love.

“but the wisp of night
I saw through love,
addressed the buoyancy of my heart
is faithless
& unrecognized the worth of it —” Arsh

I know the color of love can change.
We were once a volcano of love. Needed kiss and touch in the day and the night.
Now we allowed words and bad actions to steal us away from the safeness of our paradise we create and lost.

You told me once, us human beings will stop for a second. Just rest stops on the way of life. Just using time and one day we will escape.

Just like a wisp…

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Originally posted on LOVE QUIRKY: Patience… In times of hardship When it’s difficult to understand? When it’s tearing your heart? Patience… In times of confusion? When waking up is such a burden And sleeping is a struggle too Patience… In times of silence When so many letters left unwritten? And words aren’t enough to fill…

via ~PatieNcE~ — johncoyote

… is a sort of homecoming

Originally posted on sailorpoet: The crowning experience of all, for the homecoming man, is the wonderful feeling that, after all he has suffered, there is nothing he need fear any more — except his God. — Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning Poetry is a sort of homecoming. — Paul Celan across the field,…

via … is a sort of homecoming, Paul-S Francis/SailorPoet — Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

Goodnight, Penelope

Originally posted on Color me in Cyanide and Cherry: *Image from Wikipedia Goodnight, Penelope Down by the river I step on a mollusk as he slurps on a reed; while utter nonsense takes the world for granted, a great silence wants to go to hell, myself an accident on purpose it sees these organs, mine,…

via Goodnight, Penelope — Secret First Draft: Member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective