Dear Friends,
As humans go, I’ve been thinking and having thoughts. I’ve reflected upon the past few months and retraced my blogging journey thus far. It’s been about five months give or take since I paddled into WP. Along the way while finding the proper vessel, I’ve met interesting, intelligent, talented and human kinds of people – the type you wouldn’t mind meeting in a café and sipping drinks with. I’ve stopped at many blog homes. Some visits short, some stretching longer than others. Some infinitely more lasting. All kinds of blogging folks with all sorts of histories and dreams.

Dropping the big son off to wrestling practice today, we passed many people out and about. They were running, walking, chatting, walking dogs, pushing strollers, cycling…I found myself wondering what each of their journeys has been like so far. What were their histories? Their sorrows? Their joys? So many of us, so many dreams out there on the sidewalks, passing by wearing rubber ‘souls’…

Ever since I was little, I’ve loved horses. I continued loving horses, even after I was told I was too big to ride the miniature pony at a birthday party in third grade. It’s interesting how our childhood dreams – mine was being up to neck in all things horse – keep us and don’t let go, like willful children who don’t know the meaning of the word ‘no.’ In the end maybe the childhood dream that sticks, is the glue that holds the spirit together. And where there is spirit, there is hope. Where hope flows, therein lies strength. Where strength clasps, life catches – it all comes back to your beautiful dream…

My Horse Art from Age 13:

pastel horsesAbove is a pastel. Next two charcoal sketches below were drawn at age 14, from Breyer’s Horse Models I wish I still had-

foalpintoThis next was a small oil painting I did at Age 16, Misty of Chincoteague-

mistyI’m thinking since I was going on 17 other things came into the ‘picture’ for a while. I stopped drawing horses. I went to college then off to an eleven year publishing career. Next up, is a large 5’x5′ painting where at 30 years of age, I was feeling nostalgic for my horses. It was inspired by a wooden carving I found at a flea market-

conquistadorGot married, had kids, no horses for a while but plenty of bumpy rides. Painted this next oil, another large canvas 6’x3′ at 40, after getting a handle on the whole childrearing thing, though I couldn’t get primary colors out of my head-

primary horsesI’ve since discovered the meaning of life – I think it’s what we give meaning too. This next one I did 2 days ago with a smile on my face-

In Pearls

In Pearls

Thank you and goodnight. May you dream of gorgeous white horses galloping across the universe. ‘Godsteed’ to you and your dreams…