The mountains won't remember me
when I'm old and gray
and on my way to the grave.
The mountains reach for the stars
and all I have is stars in my eyes
for all the lost times I could been
grand enough to be remembered.
But the mountains won't remember me
when I'm laid beneath its feet
turning to dust to feed the trees.
And there under that giant's upturned gaze
I'll lay eternal within its serene embrace.
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There is, inside most humans, a need to feel like we are more than we have become. It is in the human condition to crave adventure be it digging deeper inwards or going into wild, unknown places, which will force an adventurer to dig deeper into one's self. We yearn to be involved in fulfilling a story that satisfies the soul.
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Travel does this for me, as does learning horsemanship, but in slightly different way. When I drive through the gate of the little farm where I ride, the outside world's troubles fade away. I'm left with what's tangible right in front of me. The mind empties of unnecessary chatter. Space is freed. It's easier to retain knowledge on how to partner w/another living creature that speaks an entirely different language. And learning to speak horse has been an adventure all its own.
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I've been riding for eight months but it took five months for my mind to catch up with my heart. I spent half a life denying myself this dream. I had to fight self-inflicted limitations built up over the years for reasons of money and time or lack of physical and mental fortitude. I groaned at the thirty min drive to the farm but did it anyway. And now, as I become more familiar with this new skill, I get giddy and restless at the thought of it.
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It's strange how much power the mind has over the body, how much effort it takes to appreciate the having of long held yearnings, especially those I hope will help in building a more storied future.
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I hope, as well, when comes the time to lay me beneath the mountain's feet, little ol' me lived a life worth remembering.
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Photo by me while truck camping on a stormy day in Ridgway, Co in the summer 2019.
When I was young
I never really understood
how the sun could shine
when it rained
In the years of my youth
I wondered how golden rays
could slip past grey clouds
and how the pouring rain
could not keep the sun at bay
now that I'm much older
I realize grey clouds
and times of darkness
do little to hinder a life
yearning for the sun to shine
and finding a Son of the divine
now that I'm more aware
often time my life is rain
and my path canopied in clouds
but I know daylight always shines
no matter the descending veil of darkness
for He is the sun who's never truly gone
now that I'm wiser
I realize that everything dies
and when clouds rush in
the Son will be my hope
just as He has always been
now that I'm old
so near to the shining Son
where darkness and grey clouds
do not dare to send the rain
to touch a wayward soul warmed
by a life beckoned into eternity
now that I'm dead
he gathers up my soul
from under the clouds and rain
paints it in vibrant colors
borrowed from the evening sky
to meet me in my sleeping
and greet me in my ...
Yesterday was an excellent evening for a riding lesson. Here's a short and sweet lope on Fancy, the best little mare there is! It's not the length of the lope that matters as much as how I apply what I have learned this past year and a half to achieve the desired results. In other words, it's quality over quantity!
When I first began loping the transition between trot and lope stirred up this odd sharp fear at the back of my mind that made me clinch up and tighten muscles and raise my heels...all of which hindered sitting correctly in the saddle. I don't know why there was fear about loping because I love going fast but it took me about half a year to overcome it. That strange few seconds of fear grew incrementally smaller with each lesson. Once I overcame it, or rather took control of that fear, everything began to fall into place. The lesson in this, I think, is that the fear is real but it can also be what we make of it. And there are times we have to ignore the fear and just do the ...
We are immeasurable in the face of trial and adversity. This, we must strive toward even when the vast and complex realities of life leave me with little breath in which to satiate the capacities of this tiny and fragile frames that I have been given. Though my body may be small and limited, my soul, my spirit is unbound and strong. It cannot be contained so long in such a contriving state without striving to seek out the provision of freedom: to roam, to explore! Though my mind and the minds of my fellow humans cannot comprehend all the great reaches of both heaven and earth, we are more than mere trivial existences living in a world made of temporary riches and prolonged fears. Someday we will become more than we ever could have imagined. More than anything we could have expected. Until comes that day, we must brim with the joys and hopes of a more commodious world for we are giants living in a land made for imps.
I leave a piece of me with every trip I take, and I take with me a piece of every place that I leave. - Me :)
There I was on Dog Beach in Ocean Beach, CA. I though staying at a pet-friendly hotel at Dog Beach where everyone had a dog would be fun. That maybe I'd get to pet a pup. But I didn't, and while it was fun to see everyone playing with their dogs on the beach, it was also a stark reminder that I didn't have one.
I'll admit traveling without a dog has been easier, but its just not as much fun. It's been three years, and while that space Darby filled in my days as we traveled together has lessened, its still prevalent. There have been moments on this trip where I just sit and wonder what to do next because those were the moments that were filled with eager puppy-dog eyes, floppy ears, a wagging stubby tail, and toe-nails digging into carpet or clicking in the floor.
I'll have another co-pilot someday. Until that day, though, I'll brim with the hopes and joys that come with ponderous ...
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