The Barn

I went to the barn yesterday.

I haven't said that since I was about 15 years old.

I was in 4-H and was showing a quarter horse named Dynamite Chubby, Dyna, for short.

I can't believe the feelings it evoked in me. I find an inner peace being outside, around the smells, sounds, and atmosphere of horses. This barn is the barn of my 4-H leader's daughter. So the the similarities are glaring and profound. I'm completely at home there. The hustle and bustle is not chaos, it's natural, smooth, and relaxing. Stick a brush in my hand and I would fall back into my teens when grooming my horse was a zen thing.

I have been forced to seriously consider doing something about addressing the needs and abilities of my inner creativity. This would create peace and I could begin centering myself again. The past six months have really derailed me and I have been surviving, not nourishing my soul.

Yeah, I will look back at these words later and think they are melodramatic and all touchy-feely, but I can't deny the truth. There is a part of me that isn't getting what it needs. I know what it is now and I am going after it.