“Walking through life, we spend most of our energy choosing the right shoes.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova
I grew up riding horses.
The first one was a pony. Charlie. He was my buddy, even tho' he tossed me on my butt dozens of times.
The second one was a rescued circus horse named Boots. He was going to be dog food until my dad saved him at an auction. I loved him more than the pony. He was a beautiful palomino. We spent hours together. He moved me through my rugged teen years with care and snorts....
Then I left home for college.
In my living room is the saddle from those days. It sits, like a piece of art and heart, along with several bridles.
Today, unplanned, I bought boots.
I tried on 30 pairs. I chose classic cowgirl boots.
Clearly, my feet are looking for a horse.....because they remember that kind of happy.
