Love

“Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where your headed” 

― Jodi Picoulti 

Too much...

there is too much to catch up on since i've last blogged, but this little guy is certainly a highlight of the last year, my nephew...

Lucas Jacob Wood born on August 27th 2011

truly a bright, beautiful spot in my life.

Looking forward to blogging again!

Hope

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-

That perches in the soul-

And sings the tune without the words-

And never stops-at all-

-emily dickinson

A sweet and precious friend texted this to me tonight and I love it.

maybe it's the smell of spring in the air and the anticipation of sunny days , but i have been longing to be horseback again...

this is "annie girl" i owned and enjoyed her when we lived in wa.

annie,

green pastures,lots of apples and hay cube treats,horse friends gallore, and a rider who treasures your bumpy gallop... these are my hopes and wishes for you still....

The essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit, and fire. ~Sharon Ralls Lemon

There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man. ~Winston Churchill

It was my sweet Mother in law's birthday yesterday.

Kind,passionate,loving,spunky,wise,fun

Happy Birthday

I am thank-full for you... for many reasons!

simple joy

simple joy.

the joy that bubbles up in us and spills out for the world to see. running down a grassy hill,

you feel as if your legs will never stop,

a smile is unstoppable and you laugh until you fall down and your belly aches.

the point where you get to a gallop on horseback,

the wind rushes,

the power of the horse is felt,

and you can not stifle the smile and laugh that just comes.

the giggle that starts when your not supposed to be giggling,

the giggle is transferred to friend or sibling until it's all you can do to not explode in embarrassing laughter.

the smile you can not mask when a baby looks your way in the market and starts it's excited cooing just for you.

the smile that comes when you imagine seeing someone you have missed for a long time.

the smile this sweet one has on her face, frozen in a time of simple joy.

Photograph by Leonard Ball-Kenya

dear friend

Pure. kind.driven.

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