Sunday, May 15, 2016

Right now

One day it dawned on her
That life was not going to happen
At some time in the future.
She realized that her happiness was
Right here and right now.

I'm painting bones again.
I'm making friends with the antelope.
With one hand in a cast, I can still paint with the other.
I can decorate a loper's leg.
I was able to stretch a lime green fingerless mitt over my ugly royal blue cast.
You know my mum knitted those for me, don't you.
I can find a mustang to photograph.
I can watch my prairie bloom.
I wonder what he's thinking. Don't you?
Oh, the honeysuckle vine.
I cannot tell you how much this bird has meant to me. Everyday she sits on the same branch and sings her heart out. All day long. Just for me. That's what I think.
And then there's this pretty little thing...
This ol' hobo, my very own father, will turn 95 years in two more days!
He is the light of my life.
I included this quote in a handmade birthday card that I sent him.
Thank you, Mark Twain.
Sherpa loves the patio sunshine almost as much as her mama.
Eclipse, you have really done it this time...
My desire for riding, learning flat work, wanting to jump horses, even the simple pleasure of grooming horses has waned.
At this point in my life, carrying around a cumbersome cast on my hand, limiting my ability to do practically anything, has taken it's toll.
I was even ordered not to go to work for three weeks. I should be happy about that, but I'm not.
For now, I've hung up my riding helmet.
You know the saying, get back on that horse. If I had actually fallen off of Eclipse, there's a good chance I would indeed get back on him.
But, this black beauty bolted and charged out of the paddock with me in tow.
It could have been a lot worse, but I don't want to take that chance in the future.
I'm going to stick with photographing wild horses, instead. It's safer.
Meanwhile, look at this lilac chirp under a turquoise sky.
If that doesn't make you smile!



  1. Hang in there my friend, you are right, it could of been so much worse...that is why the bird is singing her heart for you, to soothe you when you needed it most!

    1. That's exactly what I thought, Dagmar. Those birds just know when and how to cheer someone up! Like it said, "here, ill sing you a look like you could use it." Hehe!
      Thanks so much! :)

  2. I'm so glad the bird is singing lullaby of healing to you in this season.
    The other pretty little pink bird is a male finch!!! Fearless's papa. :) Send him to me. :)

    Right here, right now is important to repeat to self. :)

    Sending kindest healing prayers and wishes to you, prairie sister.

    1. Healing wishes received, prairie sister.
      I am still so sad about Fearless. I know, that little red bird was her papa!
      I thought about you when I took that picture. :(
      Birds can be such a comfort when a gal wants a song on a sunny day!
      Love ya!

  3. Oh, sweetie. One day at a time. And you've got the right's not about what you can't do, it's about what you CAN do. And you do what you do very well.
    (For what it's worth, I fell off a horse at age 9 or 10. To this day, I've never gotten on another horse.)

    All my love to you.
    Happy Birthday to your awesome dad!

    1. Well, that makes four of us. After reading everybody's experience with the all mighty steed, I suppose I should be happy with what I've experienced and chalk it up to one more "adventure".
      I shall join the club.

  4. I love that - photographing wild horses is safer! And it is! The great thing is you can do whatever you like, and having had some lessons and a not-so-great experience is just more life you've experienced and you can choose to go whichever direction you want now. For what it's worth, I bet I'd do the same. Happy Birthday to your dad! xo

    1. Thank you! I'll tell my dad! :)
      Yep, when I'm out making pictures of mustangs, there's nothing I'd rather be doing.
      Riding is such a thrill. But, watching a wild horse battle is more so! Right?

  5. I haven't been on a horse in 10 years. Up until recently it's always been in the back of my mind that I really need to go ride a horse. Until...
    I finally said the words out loud just about a month ago...
    "I can't ride horses anymore".
    I said them. I said those words out loud. The words my husband has been trying to get me to accept. My physical body isn't capable of managing a horse. I get it. I know it. I accept it. I hate it.
    But I feed my horse fever quite nicely with yours and Chad's mustang photos. You both have such a special gift. So lucky you share with the rest of us. Thank you for that. (I always wonder what they are thinking about:-)
    Love your green mittens! Your Mom & Dad are something else! Happy Birthday to your father!
    Birds and flowers are conveyors of joy. Happy Spring Time!
    Hugs to you my friend! xx :-)

    1. I'm close to saying "I can't ride horses anymore." But, I'll hold off on that for now...never say never!
      Thank you for all your nice words, Sheree.

  6. indeed, that little bird sings its heart out for YOU.


    1. It seemed that way, Bernard. It really did.
      And I needed that!

  7. Oh dear... I'm sorry.

    "Well, I found a bluebird
    High on a mountain side
    And the little bird
    Would sing its little song."


    1. Hello! The birds are plentiful this year! Never seen nor heard so many that I can remember.
      There's nothing like it. The promise of a sunrise and a song.

  8. Just watch the beauty of those dear wild ponies. See the wind in their manes instead of you hair and know that this is the right way to do it. I am not a good rider, I feel the fear yet I still hanker for the occasional ride. One day you may see one sweet horse and think it's OK this time. Now I don't have my dear sweet Sophie Its not the same.

  9. Oh, I'll ride a horse again...maybe. A mare. A docile, old sweet mare. A short mare.

  10. I love that little finch. One of my favorite birds. They are so so loving :) and I love the photos of you with the antelope!