I’m a living, breathing sculpture
Your job is to chisel away the
Sand of self-doubt.
It’s in the bend of my neck
The span of my back
The stride of my step
The soft of my eye
You ask me for truth
And I don’t lie
It’s in the drop of my chin
The slant of my ears.
I carry you on my back
And meet you at the fence
It’s the nicker of hello
The invitation to join me.
Now you understand I’m finished work
Giving you permission
To explore and uncover
What ought to make you proud.
It’s the bounce of my trot
My head by your shoulder
This open gate
For you to find a gift.
Art Prescription: My final Women’s Intuitive Riding luncheon was today. Four groups of women from four mornings come together to share their experience with horses.
While in yoga this morning the words to my thoughts started taking shape.
Watercolor sketch in my journal:
Your love of horses shows. Aren’t passionate about them much, are you?