A homegrown heart is one that longs to sleep with the windows open. One that longs to smell the fresh cut fields, Ride in the afternoon - bareback, and barfoot. A homegrown heart likes to turn the music up, grow something, talk to God and wear boots, because they are better. These hearts go fishing, play with dogs and play with horses. Homegrown hearts give it their all, everytime. They are true to themselves, and true to those around them. They have deep roots. But more important, a homegrown heart LOVES WITH ALL ITS STRENGTH.








Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Getting there....

Last night I went to feed my horse, and I could not help but ditch my crutches and lunge him for a while.  He was so excited he was dancing in circles on the line with a beautiful extended trot, his nostrils flaring.  He was so excited to get attention.  And it felt wonderful.  I just stood in the center and he did his thing around me.  No pulling, no kicking, no bucking.  It was almost as if he knew I was fragil, and I was risking something important to let him run and work.  He was so gentle, and afte I was done lunging him, he came to me and put his head in my chest and breathed deep.  Then he let me brush him and pick his feet and all the while he was quiet and content.  What a good boy.  And it made me feel alive again.
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