Wife of a very tolerant husband and Mother of one teenage daughter in far northern Wisconsin with too many cats, dogs, chickens, Guinea fowl and horses.
Pauline had finally convinced her parents to let her take riding lessons after a couple of falls from Simon – once when he spooked uncharacteristically at a flush of birds while loping along the edge of the field, and another time when they decided to jump a fallen tree in their path while galloping along another trail through the sparse woods. Both times, she was bareback, but hopped right back onto Simon without a thought. It wasn’t his fault. She could tell he felt bad about her being on the ground.
Now was the time of Orion, the Big Dipper, the Little Dipper – she adjusted the direction and focus of the scope – and there he was! Baidam! Swimming among the stars, a shark in the constellations. Her shark. Her guardian.
Pauline left the empty, old barn with a heavy heart. She had lost her best friend, and her passion. Well, she felt like that passion was actually stolen from her. She walked back to the two-story farmhouse where she lived. It had been completely remodeled before Pauline’s family moved in, sharply contrasting the old dairy barn. Pauline’s bedroom was on the second floor. She trudged up the wooden stairs. As she opened her bedroom door, she looked at the taunting wrapped box lying on her bed where she had left it before her trip to the barn. It was her Birthday gift from Marigold. Her parents had grabbed it for her to open at home when she and Emma were swept off to the hospital, before knowing that Marigold was the cause of their frightful experience. She didn’t really want to open it now, but she was curious. She picked it up: just large enough to fit in her hand, and not heavy.
Friendship is a Piece of Cake
Marigold waved enthusiastically from her seat on the bus as Pauline stepped on, green eyes wide and ponytail flipping as she looked around quickly to locate her friend.
A Journey of Intention Discovered through Horses
Part 2 Fifty percent of finding a solution is in first defining the problem. Without correctly defining what the problem might be, there is not a chance in Hell it will be solved!
This is intended to be an introduction to a book of poetry outlining the ways Jordan's life has impacted ours during his lifetime, and in his afterlife.
The Life I Choose
The dawning light wakes me as it eases through the bedroom window of the cabin. I slowly roll myself from the bed, pulling the blankets back up to snuggle the resting form of my husband.
Pauline and Marigold ran together to the magical place where they could return to their imagined world of fantastical horses. This was their haven – their space together where the power of youthful dreams dictated reality.