If Only They Could Talk: The Miracles of Spring Farm
Author: Bonnie Jones Reynolds and Dawn E. Hayman
Welcome to Spring Farm, where animals and people come together -- to explore their own natural ability to communicate with each other . . .
Something magical is happening on a small farm in upstate New York. Animals of all shapes and sizes are living side by side -- talking, listening, learning, and loving -- along with caring people who have come to learn the secrets of interspecies communication. It's a gift that all of us are born with, as long as we're willing to open our hearts and minds to the gentle creatures who share our world.
This is what happened at Spring Farm when two very special women gave shelter to animals that were sick or abandoned. As trust and affection grew between them, so did their capacity to exchange feelings and thoughts. Today, the miracle of Spring Farm CARES is shared through communication workshops for visitors, students, and animal lovers. So come discover the magic of Spring Farm. Humans are more than welcome . . .
You'll meet Ricardo the duck, who explains that he won't leave his warm nest in a nearby chimney even if the house owners disapprove...Chubby the horse, who shares her feelings of despair when her barn catches fire...Elvis the kitten, who wiggles like a rock star...Sugar the Shetland pony, who dedicates a poem to her long-lost herd...and a whole menagerie of mouse-friendly cats, loving llamas, gregarious guinea pigs, delightful dogs, and other amazing critters.
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Bikram’s Beginning Yoga Class
By Bikram Choudhury with Bonnie Jones Reynolds
It was an evening in August of 1975 when friend Loretta Swit came to dinner. She was glowing, nearly bouncing up and down in excitement, about a Yoga class that she was attending. She insisted that my husband Gene and I do the same.
At the time, I was in desperate need of rescue. My spine was literally disintegrating. I had had polio as a child—a “light” case. For years I believed myself to have gotten off scot free. Then, in my 20’s, I began to have problems. For ten more years, chiropractic care kept me in working order. But then, in my mid-30’s, the spine just started coming apart. Even chiropractic care seven days a week, including Sundays, could not halt what seemed to be my rapid descent into invalidism.
Hence, I was ready to try anything that might help. Loretta—who I now look upon as one of the angels of my life, and thank with all my heart—promised that my spine would be safe with Bikram Choudhury. The very next evening, I took my first class.
I was twenty-five pounds overweight at that time, and very uncomfortable in a leotard.
“Who we got is new today?” asked Bikram as class started.
Before I could raise a timid hand—or, better yet, hide behind another student—his eyes snapped, focusing on me.
“You!” He raised an accusing finger. “Look that junk body. Look that disgusting thing.”
Glancing around, seeing the benevolent smiles and understanding winks from other students, I realized that I was receiving a greeting that others had received before me.
"You," he repeated. “You come to class every day for two months and I will give you new life.”
“Do you promise?” I asked.
“I promise,” he replied.
“Then I will be here.”
I kept my promise. And he kept his. Over the next months, my excess weight dissolved away, and my spine returned to wonderful health.
So it was that, when Bikram asked me to write his book for him, to commit one of his classes to print, putting it all down just the way he did it, I was happy to oblige. (And I put it down amusing Indian accent and all.) For he had, virtually, not so much saved my life, but, as he said, given me a new one.
I am proud of the book that I wrote for Bikram, in continuous print since 1978, now in its second edition, and having sold hundreds of thousands of copies. Because I know that, by successfully committing Bikram’s magic, and his amazing twenty-six poses, to paper, I have had a small part in giving new life and health to all who have seriously applied themselves to the riches contained within the book.
I believe in Bikram’s twenty-six poses with all my heart. Thirty-four years after that first class, the pact between Bikram and me continues in force. I do his Yoga, and he keeps on giving me new life. His poses continue to keep my spine—indeed, my whole body—healthy and youthful.
I must admit that I do not do my Yoga in the 105 degrees that Bikram currently recommends. Those extreme temperatures were not used when I was taking his classes back in 1975-1980. And, since I am doing Yoga alone—and have to jumpstart my own self—I need to be able to look forward to Yoga, rather than find reasons to avoid it. So I chicken out at 80-85 degrees.
But, as Bikram always says, “Any Yoga that you do is good.”
As he further says, “Perfection is the very best that you can do today.”
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The Confetti Man
by Bonnie Jones Reynolds
Morrow Burgess is as American as Hartford. She is black haired, blue eyed, nymphlike in body, talented, her family respectable New Englanders, Mayflower stock. Why then does Morrow rob graves for a living? And why did she make off with Jonas Salter's pornography collection in a van truck?
Her parents, Grace and Chester Burgess, are typical, doting parents. Why then did Morrow bite her mother? And what is that thing Chester is building in the back yard, a sarcophagus? If the whole Burgess clan is so respectable, why did thy have to be driven away from Gramma's funeral with a rifle?
Don't you believe for one momment that the Burgesses are cursed. Take Euripides Faversham Burgess, lawgiver, fondly referred to as Rip. He was interred in the family crypt in the year marked, 1835. They just can't help speaking of him as if he were still alive, can they?
Moreover, why did the respectable successor to the Kennedys, wealthy, ambitious Vin Plowman, put aside his career in order to make Morrow Burgess a supr-celebrity? And why did he, like the Burgesses, suddenly begin to flake? And his parents Nat and Vicky Plowman: he owns half of Connecticut, she knows half of Connecticut. Why did they purposely give their son and the Burgess girl that strange house as a wedding gift? Why all those rumors about the young couple? Why does Morrow need all those pills? Why separate bedrooms and where does Vin go every night?
The Confetti Man is the 2nd novel to come fro the pen of Bonnie Jones Reynolds, whose first, The Truth about Unicorns, was a notable success.
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