Thoughts & Day 161 CJSM

 

A young-girl’s beau-love!

 

Halter in hand treks maiden-fair ’cross yonder meadow-green

where pastures “Unicorn”-beau to fetch adventure-wild like

lightning-wind from dawn-pink to purple-evening love-embrace

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 allowed0

 

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

 

 

 

 

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Day 161

 

“It’s nap time!” Announces Nanny.

“Naw! Ah---Perry Mason not ober!?” Protests Z. Tyler.

 

 

Yeah! The dreaded nap-time sentence for a 3 year old dynamic little boy. I hate it, too.

When I was still a “kid” (uh, like---yesterday) I resented all the interruptions into my venue which consisted of curiosity, fun, exploration, adventure, spying and playing. Things to cause delays like: eating, nap time, “baths” (Yuk! Steals time---and…wastes water!). I even got upset when we had to halt the ball game on the street in front of the house for supper. Damn! The luck!

Z. Tyler was two when we moved to Oregon; he rode “shotgun” for me in the big ole Ryder truck as we sojourned northwest through “Colorful” Colorado and on up to Cheyenne, Wyoming-way as the August full moon rose in the dusk of evening purple.

“The ‘Mon’! The ‘Mon’!” My shadow-buddy called out from his child-seat pointing to the alabaster pale orb as we trekked on in our quest for a new beginning in The Great Northwest.

Arriving in Portland late on a Friday eve, I called the realtor to let her know we had made it. She had quite the special news for the Midwesterner-clod---No home did we have…Surprise!

Oh! I had  handled everything!? I thought! The bank had decided---different!?

I had trekked on out ole Oregon-way in April of ’89 to make our claim. Spent three days with a nice real estate lady dragging her all over the central Willamette Valley region in search of that “perfect” property to accommodate our family, dogs, horses and lifestyle. I found one, too!

Made all the arrangements and signed al the “necessary” paperwork---Done deal!...I thought.

I had located a 20-acre plot with a big ranch-style house just five miles east of Salem, the capital, and home to Willamette University where daughter Beth would attend law school to begin in September of that same year. So? I went home, packed up and headed west.

Talk about that old “stars-in-your-eyes” nemesis! Wow! Still naïve at 43!? Hmm!

My call to the real estate lady informed me that my loan approval from a California bank had been rescinded because the property consisted of 20-acres and their underwriting rules precluded any loan on any land of more that 5-acres! Holy---cow! Wow! (I do not get that “Il”-logic, at all.)

So? Here we are, sunset on a Friday in Portland---and…nowhere to go!

 We drove on down to Salem, 40 miles, to get a motel for the night. Full up! Dog show!

 We drove back to Portland and called a friend of Candy’s who put us up for the night. Marlene kept our Ryder and dogs while we sent south to find a home (on short-notice),

 Gladys, the realtor, knew of a man in Salem who developed properties and she sent us to see him. MR. Larry Epping, who had a “rumored” worth of over $30 million welcomed us. He marveled at our smiles considering the condition of our plight. A Knight-in-shining-armor!

We bought a house in Salem in a subdivision and boarded our horses; we moved in that day!

No Matter “what” happens in life, keep a “good” attitude, smile---and…make it work! It did!

Beth did two years at Willamette and finished at Vanderbilt University in Nashville, TN.

While in Oregon, Nanny insisted that Z. Tyler take an afternoon nap; Z. and I objected.

Perry Mason was over at 1 p.m. and Nanny would announce, “Nap-time!” Z. Tyler would say,   “Naw!” Perry Mason not ober!” Ten minutes later, Nanny was asleep and me and Z. played!

What an experience! Event! Journey! Exiting time! Adventure! Wouldn’t have missed it!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Life is what you make it!” Memories!

Day 162