Finally well from the nasty virus that swooped in to steal my energy for two solid weeks, and coming off of what was a busy past weekend regardless, I have not one but way too many thoughts and ideas swirling around and around my brain. Yet, I feel compelled to write at least enough that anyone who reads, checks in, and follows this little blog might know that I’m thinking of them. Even in the midst of swirling, I’m thinking of you.
From ex-husbands visiting to attend Maycee’s Sight Read Aloud contest last Saturday, to children building tents in bedrooms, and first-run Praise Nights filling the fellowship hall at my new church with 35 to 40 people raising their hands and smiling deeply with affection, craving a different light that has crept into the building, to working my second job after finishing the first each night with no excuses now that I’m healthy, to cousins passing away, and worrying about the needle in the haystack, all my brain can do is yearn to retire into my little starry-skied bedroom.
I’m going to put on my mis-matched PJ’s; I might even cry a few tears from exhaustion, and then I’m heading off to a place I cannot wait to go. At the ranch tomorrow I’ll be able to ride “my” horse for the first time in four weeks. No rain in the forecast-finally-and we’re going to trot around, slowly at first, but then speed up into a canter, and when my smart, cute, and witty instructor isn’t looking we’ll jump the fence. To my surprise and gratitude I’ll hang on. She’ll be yelling, “Kasey, what are you doing?! Come back!” We’ll ride up the trail, to a mountain top I’ve never been before, and as we climb I’ll be whispering into his ears, “Good job, boy, good job. Keep goin’, boy, we can do it.” Because I know that this particular horse gets scared on the trail, and within his strong, muscular frame he can feel how scared I am. We’ll reach the crest of the mountain, and looking down into the valley of houses and beyond–far out into the ocean–we’ll both sigh heavily, and I will close my eyes so I can smell the brilliance of the crisp air.
We made it, boy. We made it.
Off I go…swirling…and thinking of you. So, friends, enjoy your dreams as much as I plan to enjoy mine. Remember: life is short, so be happy, and give a chuckle…or let out a sigh.