We were driving south through the Truckee Meadows when, out of the blue, Scott Robert said …. Today someone told me there’s a woman who made a million dollars selling tumbleweeds. He said it kind of thoughtful, quizzical, Can you imagine? Yes, I said. Though leery of the million dollar part, still, as a dedicated business coach it was easy to accept tumbleweeds as a venture. Better yet, it made me smile. That’s what I want! To have my habit of picking up stuff in the desert become making a living. A couple of miles later, still thinking tumbleweeds I said, Do you know what people are really buying when the get tumbleweeds? Love of The West. And our cowboy hearts trotted into babble and by the time we pulled up to my brother’s house there was an idea– Mustang Preserves. How to capture love of the American West, as if bottled, to have and to hold. Part of me was brainstorming in the delight of how nothing (dung) could be something. Yet, also it was some unknown hot damn of Elko for the first time that had me going electric. Have you ever gotten that overwhelming excitement that washes through you as peace? Like the quite before a storm, or the release after orgasm. Well there it was for me. A vision: where cowboys have cows to justify being where they want to be, I could adopt mustang dung. So that’s what I’ve been doing the past couple of months. Meditating and obsessing about the depth and breadth of meaning infused into dung. And I’m here blogging in a left brain sort of way, where blogging is something one is supposed to check out, to try on, if only for a week. Yet the truth is I’m a huge fan of The Julie/Julia Project (both the book and the movie). Julie/Julia is a modern day Rocky (for chicks) and I’d like to walk in the footsteps of a life recast if only one knew what that might be. Julie had cooking as her touchstone. For me stones and bones and feathers randomly collected are what give me a feeling of being grounded. So for the past two months I’ve been dabbling in Mustang Preserves. And it’s been wonderful. A soothing meditation. And I’m here to wallow in that, to extend that exploration. No editorial calendar, no devised program, no preconceived message. It’s just, as most of my life has been, left-foot-right-foot-repeat-as-needed, ambling from one sentence to another. A gal just here for the happy opportunity to write off (the business of business) topic. To relish some dovetailing joys found by mustang dung.