06 Thursday Dec 2018
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The familiar sounds of mi familia,
a hu-hu-hu-hu-hu of many hellos,
and a foal’s heart-shaped muzzle
pressed through the bars,
waiting for a welcoming kiss.
There’s only one way for the heart to go,
and that is up, up,up, where the soul,
the spirit, the thing we know
that is delighted there,
has finally founds its home.
14 Saturday Apr 2018
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To straddle that fundamental duality is to be balanced: to have one foot firmly planted in order and security, and the other in chaos…” Jordan Peterson, 12 Rules For Life
At first,
They may try to buck,
But give them the reins
And sit deep in the saddle.
Like everything in life,
No guarantees,
We’re all on the bottom peg,
Really,
When it comes to living,
Or dying,
Or even breaking a leg.
Loping a green horse
Isn’t much different
Than falling in love,
Or growing old.
We like to feel alive,
Sometimes,
We like to fly
On the back of a horse
Learning to run,
With chaos on her back.
22 Friday May 2015
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You can feel the warm blood
Under his summer coat,
Sun-slick and shiney,
Sweat, that smells of grass,
Which is to say, sweet,
His breathing, his gut-sounds.
Take a moment and trace,
With the palm of your open hand,
From the softness of his muzzle
To the enclave between ears,
Then down along his thick neck,
Under the chestnut of his mane.
Keep sliding your hand along his withers,
To his broad back and belly,
His hips, buttocks, tail.
Take the trust and the quiet
Into your heart
And unfold it over and over
Throughout your day.
Think, grace.
Think, gratitude.
Think, peace.
Hope.
22 Tuesday Apr 2014
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Have you ever felt the quiet,
A sundown that steadies your bones?
I stood for a moment as the horses ate grain,
Big, bold geldings as gentle as whispers,
As noble as gods:
Old Red, his eyes blurred with cataracts,
My horse, the orphaned-pinto,
His breath always in my hands,
And the arthritic gray herd leader,
Now totally white with age.
Some people hope for castles,
As for heaven, I’d prefer a barn.
20 Friday Dec 2013
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I’d rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God’s sake. ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
I think he can hear
My head turn toward him,
Even in dreams.
It’s true what they say,
If God made anything more beautiful,
He kept it for himself.
You are beautiful,
and I’m thankful,
So goddamned thankful.
