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Windermere Tours on July 4th 2016

Fog is a beautiful thing. It can be a state of mind as in ‘Hey, I’m texting and walking across the street at the same time!’ Or, it can be a weather condition as in the silent whispery stuff that rises off the Pacific Ocean in Santa Barbara and slips up the sides of the mountains until it gets to Windermere, where it transforms into a magical whimsy of ‘where did the trees go? They were here a minute ago!’ And fog it was up at Windermere on the morning of July 4th. But about 11:00am the fog gave way to a soft blue sky and sunshine that was not only warming, but comfortable, as in 65 degrees Fahrenheit! Celsius? I have no idea.

We got the barn looking like the Four Seasons on a good day, and then we (George and I) loaded up the back of the ranch pickup truck with 8 bags of Chaffhaye for seating (it’s a horse food that does NOT taste like chicken). Then we waited for our tour guests. We talked a bit while we waited and I’d tell you what we talked about but it’s above your pay grade. Then the ranch phone rang. We had a customer! What shall we do? Let them in? Yes! We dare! By then Ted had already opened the electric gate for them (people love that gate – middle ages karma?) It was one beautiful Soul so I jumped in the Kubota and raced from the barn to the front parking lot to greet her. She just wanted to do SE’s in her car so I sucked up my enthusiasm and drove off to await another customer.

Later on, we did hook up and I took her to Pharaoh pond and then to our wonderful tree swing. We bypassed the casino as I am working on my gambling habit (emoticon smile). We talked about Spiritual things as we drove over the small hill that leads from the tree swing to the Near Pond (quality of “Enchantment”) but the pond was empty (dry season). However, there were paw prints in the mud that made the shape of a — wait for it — heart. Like crop circles from Spirit!

We went back to the barn and I picked up a beautiful family from Brazil and other parts of Earth, and they all got into the back of the truck, except for one beautiful Mom to be (soon). She (they) sat up front and endured my presence as best she could. We had a blast. They had three kids from about age four to eight? Anyway, they were so cool. We went to the tree swing first which was a great idea, because of the kids and yeah, the kid in us. Then we went to the pond where the frogs jumped, the humming bird buzzed, and a butterfly stopped by to say, “don’t you wish you were as pretty as me?” I hate to say it Ms. Butterfly, but the little girls you flew by ARE prettier than you. Just saying. Then we went back to the barn to eat. Don’t worry, everybody brought their own food and we did a head count on the chickens to make sure. Then I met up with the van people.

The van people are from all over the globe, and they’re also good at intention, as in making their reservation for the tours a long time ago. We hooked up with a couple of amazing women that drove up from L.A., and we all got into the truck and headed for Horse Flats to visit our two mares, Autumn and Future. The family from Brazil etc. had walked down from the barn so they were already there with Mary, my wife, and Ivy, our daughter. Ivy and Mary had agreed to volunteer time with the horses and facilitate the visit. Tough job but somebody’s got to do it 🙂 Autumn and Future couldn’t have been more loving. At first Future hung out in her shelter, but when she saw what she was missing out on, she came out to mingle in the Light and Love. There were more selfies going on than at the Grand Canyon! A soft breeze was caressing us at Horse Flats and a huge turkey vulture was hovering overhead since it was Monday, garbage pickup day.

We jumped back into the truck and waved goodbye to Future and Autumn. We bumped and jostled our way back past Oak Glen, where I gave a very informative and inaccurate lecture, and on to Quelin Rocks. The grass on the short hike from the truck to the rocks – -which are actually everywhere, but we couldn’t charge our exorbitant fees for the tours if we told people that :)– was a bit high, but so were we; and soon we were sitting on the magical rocks of Quelin overlooking Santa Barbara and some huge lake they call the Pacific Ocean. It was a stunning view, but we managed to call in the Light and meditate for a few minutes. Nice energy is a huge understatement.

Then we crawled back into our bodies and the pickup truck and headed for, yes, the swing. I thought the four year old loved the swing, and she did, but these “adults”? Wow!! There were more squeals of joy than Christmas morning in the
Hamptons. And then back in the truck to see the ponds. I swear when we arrived, the peace pole smiled. The koi of the pond slipped by underneath the water, and then out from under the shadow of the pond lilies that grace the water with dozens of pink blooms. Then I threw down the dare.

Should we open the gate to the lower property? Do we dare go to the upper orchard with the quality of “Inspiration”? Yes, we dare! And down we went four wheeling ourselves into Windermere bliss and the goats and dogs, and of course, Vallentino, our llama that is still fooling us into believing he works for a living. But, he did take some pellets from our loving hands and yes, he handed out a few kisses for good luck. There’s nothing like llama luck I always say.

Vallentino was hanging out at the edge of a hill down by the lowest part of our property. I’m still thinking a zip line from here to Goleta Beach would be really cool. You’d have to hitchhike back I guess. We managed to four wheel our way back up to the upper property, waving goodbye to Vallentino on the distant hilltop and hello to Stagecoach Road, past the 1886 carving in the rock saluting somebody with the initials of JR. Maybe the Traveler in the 1800’s? Back at the barn we thanked each other, ate some more, and hugged some nice tight and loving hugs for a sweet day together and a hope to see each other really soon.

After everyone left, I went down by the creek bed below the barn where it is really quiet, but in the sacred solitude I heard the happy voices and laughter of all the beautiful people I just got to spend the day with. And that was the best quiet of all. I love Windermere Ranch and I really love helping people experience its magical way of protecting our peace.

God Bless us all!
Dave Wright

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