Like many little girls, I loved horses. I read horse books, watched horse movies and dreamed wild horse dreams. My favorites were the Black Stallion and Black Beauty, tales of kindness and courage, of heartbreak, defeat and triumph.
I’ll never forget when my neighbor, Renee Croog, got big Red. Red was a big gentle quarter horse gelding that turned the head of every girl in the neighborhood. I begged my mom to let me take riding lessons from Renee. My mom, being of a different innate fabric reluctantly let me do it, but never took any interest. I rode for a few summers while Renee had Red. I loved it and was pretty good at it, and though I was not able to do it often, it occupied my a large space in my lonely heart.
I was an only child, my parents divorced when I was 10 and life just seemed to get more and more difficult from there. I suppose there is a place in despair, we let go of our dreams, but God never does.
Last year I wrote a blog that contained a dream about to come true…….and it did. I just was to busy to say so because I was living it. My horses came, and now each morning when I wake, I look out in my front yard and smile as my eyes are graced by the presence of the Black Stallion. He is all I hoped he would be.
If that were not enough, this summer, (you will find this hard to believe) Black Beauty will come to live with us as well. She is all black, her name, “Commanding Beauty” tells it all. I can hardly wait.
Perhaps this is a nugget of wisdom, live your dream. I don’t know that it will ever be practical, but what is life if the essence of who you are stays trapped in your head and heart, reserved only for the space between consciousness and sleep.
While I have missed the great exchange of ideas on this site, I have to admit that living the dream is far more satisfying ----------but I’ll try to keep in touch.
Joan
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