MARCH MADNESS IN WEST TEXAS!
hey, you got to have fun, even if you are not a big basketball fan. en theos monos ††† jim
While on my walk with Grace & Clovis, this young cowboy came strolling by. He was very at ease and comfortable in the leather. Serendipitously, a half hour later I saw him working with his horse in a field caddy-corner from my house. The two of them moved so fluid, loose reined, in slow controlled circles, backwards and side to side. All done without a spoken word between them. It was a glorious moment and filled me with envy for things I have missed in my life.
I have been reading “Where Rivers Change Direction” by Mark Spragg, a wondrous collection of essays of his younger life in the West. This quote from him in ” In Praise of Horses” came to me last night.
“I was a boy, and I believed deeply in the sightedness of horses. I believed that there was nothing that they did not witness. I believed that to have a horse between my legs, to extend my pulse and blood and energy too theirs, enhanced my vision. Made me a seer. I believed them to be the dappled, sorrel, roan, bay, and black pupils in the eyes of God.”
Enjoy the ride†††nada te turbe†††jim
wanting less, living more
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