In the midst of it, I escape to the barn and to ride my horse. He is adjusting well, and his closeness and nuzzling of my hair and chest fill me with love. It is a simple uncomplicated love here. Not much asked of each other except respect and good manners.
I hear at meetings the sadness of those who are struggling with family and the expectations of Christmas. It is another day, albeit one that has lost meaning in its commercialization. For me, every day needs to be about caring and kindness, compassion and empathy. Not just one day. Every day.
I am at a loss to understand the amount of dysfunction in the world. I cannot change the hearts of madmen and murderers. I watch the garden growing and see the dogs playing. I hug and hold my beloved close at night. I go to the boat to have a night alone and listen to the waves slap the hull. And I whisper to my horse and feed him carrots, knowing that I will be with him to the end.
My thoughts are with those who are sick and suffering today. I wish that I could touch you and hold you and whisper that all will be okay. And that what isn't okay today may be righted for you tomorrow. I hope so, and send that thought out to the universe and a world in chaos. Not just one day, but every day I wish you peace.
Sittin on a Porch died this morning. Her last post was beautiful. You can read it here. And then this quote on her page:
Everyone dies. I died. Someone let the air out of my balloon. I'm free. Don't focus on the left over carcass of a deflated balloon. Open up a window. Blow up a balloon. Life/death. It's just a breath away. ~Susan Hunt