It is a beautiful day in July. Feels more like a spring morning. It makes me happy.
I can feel the forces swirling around me. Like currents of wind high in the sky; one coming from the west gliding over one coming up from the south east, swirling together, invisible, but there, none the less.
I have an opportunity to change. I don't think these come around too often. We are who we are, and that pretty much stays the same for most of our lives. A leopard can't change his spots. But I see the possibility to let go of a lot of thoughts that hold me back from living...reasons not to do something... not to buy more horses. Not to support Vic in her decision to quit her day job..... Ha! issues of dependance and economic insecurities..... or..... or perhaps.... a different way. Let it unflold. Withold my vote, my opinion. Let it unfold and support it. Hmmm support position instead of imaginary decider.....
I want to write about the three trips across Michigan on horseback. I want to write some more about the house at the edge of the world; the lynchpin. I want to write about the death of a legend, and the new path. I want to write about the blue shirted lariat man, and his journey across the west on his bridle horse.
I can feel the forces swirling around me. Like currents of wind high in the sky; one coming from the west gliding over one coming up from the south east, swirling together, invisible, but there, none the less.
I have an opportunity to change. I don't think these come around too often. We are who we are, and that pretty much stays the same for most of our lives. A leopard can't change his spots. But I see the possibility to let go of a lot of thoughts that hold me back from living...reasons not to do something... not to buy more horses. Not to support Vic in her decision to quit her day job..... Ha! issues of dependance and economic insecurities..... or..... or perhaps.... a different way. Let it unflold. Withold my vote, my opinion. Let it unfold and support it. Hmmm support position instead of imaginary decider.....
I want to write about the three trips across Michigan on horseback. I want to write some more about the house at the edge of the world; the lynchpin. I want to write about the death of a legend, and the new path. I want to write about the blue shirted lariat man, and his journey across the west on his bridle horse.
I want to write, but more than that, I want to ride!
Its good to be back. Almost locked out because of password forgetfulness.... Who am I? What's the code? How do I get back in? Silly.
But here I am, and I say, "Welcome back"
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