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August
8, 2002.
Hello
friends,
August is Galo'nee: End of Fruit Month
Welcome to my first newsletter.
Sagebrush
inspirations:
I walk through the sagebrush and the wind brushes
my face, moving her fingers over each feature, through
my hair and across my body. She is like a
blind lady who wants to know me. She accepts me, and
joins me as I walk, staying with me like a faithful
friend. The smell of sagebrush carries to my heart,
bringing warm memories. I pick a small branch and lift
it to my nose as I move along.I sit on a rock and am
surprised at how hot it is. I find it comforting, even
in the heat of the day. I close my eyes to hear the
secrets Mother Earth whispers to my soul. I know how
lucky I am to be here.
She whispers of friends and our relationships with
others, that a relationship can be compared to an
apple tree. It begins with a small seed and grows as
it is nourished and carefully tended, as we do in the
beginning. For many reasons, we may neglect our tree,
or even resent the beautiful fruit it bears. We fail
to notice the first small blemish that appears, and if
we do notice, neglect to remedy the cause of the
problem. When the fruit withers and falls away, we
might become angry or even pretend it doesn't matter.
We need to remember that our tree can only produce
lovely fruit when we give it the care and attention it
requires. I hope none of us will see "the end of
fruit month" in our relationships.
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Lightning
struck a band of sheep near Elk Mountain, killing 38
head. (August 1890)
Happenings in Newcastle and the Black Hills are
many. The Weston County Fair is in progress. My
sister and I looked at the exhibits last night and
had barbecued beef. Great exhibits and delicious
beef.
On August 24-25, Cowboy Poet Baxter Black will be
in town. On the 24th, our own Steve Thorpe will be
putting on an open mic with him. Speaking of Steve, he
is multi-talented, writing and performing his own
music. His performances never fail to raise your
spirits. He writes an article in our local newspaper,
titled "Life in the Arts," my favorite part
of the paper.
Of course, the Sturgis Rally is in progress now.
The Hills are alive with the roar of Harleys.
QUOTES:
"I am satisfied. I am not afraid to avow the
deed that I have done. I am willing to bury the
tomahawk and smoke the pipe of peace." SOUWAHNOCK
1833
"Life is like a grindstone-- whether it wears
you down or polishes you up depends on what you are
made of."
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