The Mindful Farmers Daily Diary Day 1356

Good morning everyone and welcome. Earlier this morning as I travelled from Connemara via the Corrib to get to Claremorris to get our cattle weighing scales repaired I had what I would call a mesmeric experience and had to stop the van several times. The red morning sky played tricks with the lakes as it bounced all over the place, it moved the rusty brown grasses over and back across the vast water plains and then it fell suddenly into a salt like funnel and then off it ran again stopping on occasions to pay homage to the overseeing Moam Turks mountains who seemed frozen by the beauty that was unfolding. No matter how I try to describe this scene I cannot do it justice only to summarize the scene of one that filled my heart and soul with such joy that I will hold in my memory for many a day as the breath of light and colour anointed my eyes with wonder. Such beauty will now sleep within my heart. Continue to pray, bless, power healing, peace, hope and love to all and wear your Saturday smile.

The Mindful Farmer

Patrick