Flying Horses

I have horses in my soul.

It might sound like one of those cheesyass things that doesn’t really mean anything but, it doesn’t make it any less true.

I used to own a horse.

A beautiful bay mare quarter horse for those of you playing along at home.

I got her when I was a child and stopped being interested in her as a teen.  But she is still part of my dreams.

When I was a teenager I used to dream every night that I was flying.

They were wonderful, amazing, and fantastic dreams.  The kind I would hate to wake up from.

And here’s the thing.

I am a scaredy person.  I won’t make the leap unless I know for certain that I will be safe.

Even things that won’t really hurt me will be avoided because I am cautious.

Safe and cautious.

But then I get on a horse.

And I am still not the first one to go tearing across a field at break neck speeds every time.

But I will do it sometimes.

And when my soul and that soul match in the excitement of the moment:  The sound of the ground being pounded below you, the feel of the muscles against your leg, the wind that pushes your hair back as you race.

It’s the closest I will ever come to the dream.

And even though I have not been on a horse in several years, I still look at every open field with the potential of that moment.

That moment when I forget to be safe, and just enjoy the ride.

So I hope you have a “horse” of your own.  A thing that in your life brings you the feeling that you are the most you can be, at least for a moment in time.

And I hope you feel it often…

Baby boy

My cousin gave birth to a son today.

If we are all very lucky this little boy will have a long road of surgeries and recoveries ahead of him in his very tiny little life.

So…I am asking for good thoughts for this little boy and his family.

Here’s to the long road.