08/10/2026
I’m trying to get more steps in, and tonight I decided to take the road less traveled.
Instead of the usual suspects—roads, sidewalks, or treadmills—I wandered into the pasture with the ponies.
And while I wasn’t gifted a pink sky tonight, I was gifted something just as beautiful: the simple joy of walking through a freshly mowed pasture, surrounded by the quiet beauty of it all.
An able body. A peaceful evening. Fresh air. And a heart full of gratitude for the gift of being able to experience it.
Sometimes the blessings aren’t dramatic or painted across the sky. Sometimes they’re found beneath our feet.
Happy Sunday, friends.