Have you ever had the sense of going somewhere… something edging into the horizon of your awareness, still to new to name, but gives you a warm feeling nonetheless?
This horse is going there. And we are too. John O’Donohue is my current poet passion. Thanks to Sherry Richert Belul.
From his poem, “Interim”
…hold your confidence/
Don’t allow confusion to squander/
This call which is loosening/
Your roots in false ground/
That you might come free/
From all you have outgrown.
~ John O’Donohue
… Going there, wherever it may be for you, take courage from the horse. All that confidence in their legs and in nature itself.
Have a great day!
In Santa Fe, one of my favorite things to do is yak with people on the Plaza. As I stepped into Starbucks the other day, a Native American man sat next to a musician. He was in leathers, feathers… the whole thing. He said, “Hey redhead, I like your freckles.” I nodded and said, “Where’s your horse?” He motioned down the street. The guy next to him laughed. “You ain’t got no horse, you barely got charm.” He offered him a cigarette. Old friends, it seemed.
So I gave him a horse in this painting. He liked freckles after all!