>> Sunday, March 28, 2010
My dear friend Georgie sent me pictures of beautiful mysterious wild horses. Georgie lives in a remote area of Oregon. In fact I always feel like she has her own forest and her own mountain. Georgie's world is a beautiful world. Anyway, back to my story...rather Georgie's story.
Georgie told me that she'd always heard stories of the wild horses. She'd even heard their whinnies in the distance when the night was at its darkest. But she'd never seen the wild ones. That changed when an unexpected snowstorm hit Georgie's mountain. The snow blanketed the ground as Georgie hiked up, down, and around her forest hills. She knew they were there. She smelled their glorious scent nearby. Like me, Georgie loves horses. Now the wild ones in her woods became her passion.
is gentle and kind. To me, it's more beautiful than the most exquisite piece of art.
Not to get all poetic on you or anything, but I can't help myself.
Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "About the pace of nature: her secret is that she's patient."