A Work in Progress- The Parking Lot

Alabaster silver, Barcelona red,
Hybrid colors of half fueled thoughts
Too cheap to go all the way
And run on electric dreams
The spark plug ignites.

The left front door is gone,
It cries in protest.
There is a foreign body
Named “Jewel” in the backseat.

She doesn’t fit in the red car,
No,
They thought her bubbly persona
Went best with indigo.

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Mondays with The General: Going with What You've Got

By nature, horses are unpredictable. Even so-called "bomb proof" horses have those moments where something spooks them, and you find yourself clinging to a galloping neck down a beach, hoping your horse doesn't jump the metal barrier onto a highway (see my 10th birthday for an example). When I was a beginner, I wanted stability. I barely had any riding muscles, and I hadn't been riding long enough to know all the things that can happen when you enter into a riding relationship with a horse. As I got older, and braver, I had a lot more experience, and craved those green horses, unpredictability, and the thrill of seeing what could happen taking a novice horse over a jump that was way too big. I rode consistently through college, and never imagined it wouldn't be a focus of my life, never mind that I would take any "time off." But, adulting happens, and something I once spent every waking moment thinking about suddenly became a memory. I had a few y...

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