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botiasMy grandmother lives on the edge of a college town. A lip of pasture flanked by industrial property. What tickles me is the way people respond to the horse. I've been taking care of her lawn so I've been out and about to see people make much of him as they walk by. One day a mini-van full of folks pulled up. They had brought their out-of-town guests to see 'the horse' the way other folks might show off a local monument or a favorite restaurant. ???? It's not like he's the Black Stallion or anything. Just a roan gelding.
Today, a young woman walked up to him and spent 10 or 15 minutes stroking and scratching, hugging his big solid neck. He's a bit lonely I think, no other horses, and an owner who is only now admitting that he doesn't have time for rodeoing any more, and he really seemed to enjoy the attention. He stood at the corner and watched her walk away.
The red airplane was back again. A little red underwing jobbie with a white stripe. The pilot flies it the way people probably imagine flying when they first wish they could. Swooping and turning and wagging her wings. It makes me smile, I waved broadly to it.
Today, a young woman walked up to him and spent 10 or 15 minutes stroking and scratching, hugging his big solid neck. He's a bit lonely I think, no other horses, and an owner who is only now admitting that he doesn't have time for rodeoing any more, and he really seemed to enjoy the attention. He stood at the corner and watched her walk away.
The red airplane was back again. A little red underwing jobbie with a white stripe. The pilot flies it the way people probably imagine flying when they first wish they could. Swooping and turning and wagging her wings. It makes me smile, I waved broadly to it.
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Date: 2006-07-28 09:53 pm (UTC)You have no birthday because you have always lived; you were never born, and never will die. You are not the child of the people you call mother and father, but their fellow-adventurer on a bright journey to understand the things that are.
It's cool in a way, but I think how we treat our 'fellow adventurers' is much more important than the journey. It always seems like it's men that have the luxury of these sorts of airy notions. It reminds me of Thoreau a bit.