Why I Love My Life

I was driving to the post office the other day, down my winding 3/4 mile dirt road, and came upon this scene: a lovely young buckskin bathing in the pond at the base of my road (a haven for bluebirds by the way and a gorgeous red-tailed hawk). She was kicking up so much water and mud, completely lost in the joy of it…

… that the old gray, who is living out his days on this lush pasture in Truchas, was tempted to step in with her.

But then she splashed in, pushing him back a bit…

Nothing better than a cool dip in a quiet pond on a lovely, warm spring day…

This old gray was all alone on the pasture for much of the winter and since the buckskin came back they’ve been inseparable.

Oh what the heck, you only live once, right old man?

He is such a strong, robust guy despite his obvious age…

… and so happy to have his little buckskin mare back with him…

… and then, bam! He’s down… making quite the splash that I didn’t catch on my camera. Sorry.

Hmmmmm, pure and simple bliss… heaven on earth…

… and then I left them to go get my mail.

On my way home from the post office I stopped by Hand Artes Gallery to see Bill Franke and we looked down on this scene from another angle. Both horses were out of the pond, covered in dark brown mud, and galloping around the huge pasture in the seeming sheer joy of being alive. I took no photos then because I was so caught up in the beauty of the moment.

And of course it is moments like these, all knitted together in one fine tapestry, that make me unspeakably grateful to be living this artful life, on this priceless land, in this remarkably rich part of the world. Thank you Spirit for the blessings of this life every single minute of every single day.

I wish for you your own pond with horses bathing, whatever that may be and however that may look.

Wishing peace and beauty and creativity for us all.

Love to you all,

Jeane