I found a little colt; wild, handsome, solid, true. I brought him home thinking I would just get to know him; suddenly he was in my blood. I'd feed him sugar cubes and get him to trust me; he would until I asserted my own will. Then off he ran tail flagging to the farthest reaches of my acres. He'd wander back looking for that sugar; knowing I loved him; not wanting to yield. I found a man who matched me--not an easy thing. I brought him home thinking I would just get to know him; suddenly he was in my blood. I gave him all my sweetness, and I hoped he trusted me. But I asked and asked and asked one more time. Away he flew and I thought we were done. But he wandered back looking for that same sweetness. He wanted that sweetness but feared it made him weak. With the colt I take my time. We take forward steps then we take a couple of steps back. With the man I also take my time. I know now two wills, one relationship, means compromise. That little horse, it came time to ride ...
My creative outlets have all dried up, it seems. I think I may be searching for new places to scratch in some ideas. Le Voila! A solution! My blog is born.
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