Congratulations!
Columbia High School celebrated its
4th annual "Soaring Eagles Award"
ceremony on Wednesday night honoring
students nominated for the award by
teachers who had them in class. Bravo!
Forty-three students gained the accolades
of peers, faculty, family and friends in a
celebration of the "Quality" attributes
displayed by the honorees. Fantastic!
One Spectacular "celebration-of-pride" in the
exemplar behavior of fine young adults.
The future is in "good" hands";
we should all celebrate! Amen!
A sincere "Thank you!" Students and staff.
Plus:
Day 100
Watching Centennial the movie on Sunday mornings
I
read the Michener book (or, maybe somebody read it to me---you know…I don’t
know my “a, b, l’s”!?). At that time Colorado was my seductress; her vistas
reigned supreme for me.
The
book brought to life the early days of 1820’s Rocky Mountain purity of
adventure. Often, I have longingly lamented that I am an anachronism, (a thing
out of time and place) because, being born in 1847 left me long about 120
years! Wow! Truth is, I’d have probably starved to death back then, I don’t
think the “Golden-arches” were around, or, I might have been a bit slow on the
draw, or maybe “molasses”-thick, and ended up face down in some dusty western
town street. Well! If that had happened, at least, I wouldn’t have been the
sheriff’s guest that day!
A
saga of the great American west in the frontier days! Oh! Yeah! A yesteryear
tale of a time when men were men and women were glad of it. Doesn’t smack of
“modern” America; does it?
We
watched the episodes roll by on the screen and I regaled the kiddos with my own
version of the highlights, just like I was some kind of knowledgeable expert on
the subject. Maybe that’s why I learned to fork a horse, and, stay aboard, for
the most part; I had missed the great-adventure, in reality, by too many years,
but, my “innocent” imagination landed me there.
We
had us some “great adventures” of our own in our time and space, though, living
“on-the-edge” in a country setting where good fun, wild times,
practiced-virtues begot sacred-virtues and the sun always shines. Me, Nanny,
the kids, grandkids, dogs, cats, animals and the loving horses managed to “ride
the range” experiencing life-adventures first-hand. Perhaps a mite “tame”
compared to the events of the bygone “wild west”; but, I sure enough had my
moments---always!
My
greatest disappointment would have been to miss “any” of the great adventure of
Love!.
In
“The end” as the credits roll across the big screen---I celebrate a “satiated” soul…and, a wild spirit!
Seems every hand, I went “all-in”; damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead. Let
the devil take the hind-most (it’s too good for the loser he is) but, it sure
pleases---humble…me!
The life and
times of the “modern” Mountain-man! Amen!
Ah! Cookie Jar “Great-life” Sweet Memories!
Plus:
A Young-Lady & her Beau-Steed
(You all could
ride the wind if someone would just saddle it)
White
cloud-fleece caress cerulean sky as talent-young-lady prides
Smile
beauty-innocent greets “Hi! Beau horse!” forward she strides
Bits of
peppermint sweet-treats soft-hands to gentle rub him down
Big-Boy nuzzles-soft
her loveliness displaying mutual-love bound
Anxious for a
new adventure each dutiful to assigned roles participates
A
thorough-brush, hoof-check as waiting pleasure-amplified anticipates
Miss not a subtle
stable-delicacy: tack room leather, hay loft aromas-fine
Pad-saddle-girth,
not too tight; slip on bridle-bit to initiate “fun” –design
Slow-lead enough
the cayuse to relax tense massive-muscles tight
Check
bridle-fit, tighten the girth, prepare to mount, smile bright
Walk horse-flesh
friend around the ring, bring him to slow trot
Down to calm
walk go canter then check what might be forgot
Corkscrew
dust-tendrils mini-swirl rise wind-churned hoof-falls
Soft-whispered “whinny-neigh”
tacked-mounted trusty steed calls
Concentration:
seat-balance upright, heels down eyes forward total proud
Knee-high black
boots, jodhpurs, crisp blouse, coat-fitted, helmet allowed
Gently-gathered
leather reins collect equine-charge master-magnificent
“Sweet wind
blows between pert ears” Bedouin-nomad metaphor-ascent
Pleasure-time
initial spent in the arena refines kindred-spirit friend-bond
As karma-harmony
evolves any resistance dissolves in true Love!-found
Across the
meadow-green flies flashing steed, one with hair-blazing girl
Nature-personified
beauty-harmony soft-gentle intertwined Love!-swirl
No
rail-challenge to tall for wing-ed Unicorn with she astride to fly
I am woman! To tame a
“curiosity”-universe just beyond eternal sky
Then, when too
soon, a relentless sun-trek again traversed its celestial realm
Long-shadows
soften eve purple-pride ride home with beauty
at yon helm
Return sojourn
to cool the steed as our young lady gives soft neck a pat
Each finds adventure-life
grand if one true allows: Love! is
where it’s at
May thee be
satiated with Life---through…Love!
To miss any
instant be sin against Master above
Amen!
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