three kings day
remembering and being
I remember the “magic boot” post I did the last couple of years. Those magic, red boots. The red boots became a known legend within themselves in our neck of the woods. Everyone knew the girl with the red boots… at the stable, at the post office, at the bank, at the…swimming pool. Anyways… As my girl grows, the red ones just aren’t available in her size anymore. She has a new signature brown now. While perhaps not quite as cute, much more functional. Just like a real cowgirl. Moving forward. Moving on, doing what you have to do even in the face of letting go of “cute”. A new years lesson perhaps. Ah, the feet may grow, the boots may change but the heart stays true. Hay awaits the camels of the Three Kings and her spirit awaits the midnight visit. Now- if those magic kings can just make it past that darn guard dog.
A little magic boot
Yesterday was Three Magic Kings Day here in our barn (…home). It’s a cultural thing for our family more than anything. Anyways, if you leave your shoe by your bed with a little hay for the camels…those three magic kings will surely stop by for a snack and leave a final small gift in your shoe as the holiday season officially “ends”.
I found a gift was left for me as well…It was a glorious morning.
As we have also had our first real snow of the season! What a sight to wake to. The picture above is right out of my daughter, Sahalie’s, window overlooking the stalls. Does it get any more magical than this for an eight-year old?
And, the view out the main room window.
And, walking out the front door. It’s going to be cold. But beautiful. And so quiet. Which is so, so rare and sacred here.
But, the tractor started so life is good! Otherwise, this could’ve been a long morning trek.
NOW….let the fun begin!
THANK YOU for the gifts of quiet and stillness balanced with fun and chaos. And, the warmth and comfort that somehow follow everyone of these crazy days!
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