A horse named Horse

I grew up in a house full of love and as the youngest child I was a bratty, snotty nosed, ball of energy and a challenge to my family. Sweet memories of my childhood are plentiful.

My Dad and Mother both passed away many years ago.

One of the artifacts I still have from those days is Horse. Horse was purchased for me by my parents when I was possibly three or four years old. The sensation of riding Horse hard and long are alive in my nervous system. I can feel my body moving and hear the springs squeak and creak in rhythm as Horse and I galloped.

I have many saved items from that segment of my life but none resonate with the power of Horse. He’s a connection to all the wonder I experienced back then. All the care I received.

Horse is a powerful reminder of how blessed I was then. I thought we were rich. I was incorrect about that because we weren’t. But I had clean clothes, food, a warm bed, toys, hugs, books, direction and love.

I’ve decided to bring Horse back to life. He hung in the air in the garage where I used to live for 10 years and was never touched or moved. My own kids didn’t ride Horse. They don’t really understand how special their Father’s family was.

I’ve decided to make art out of Horse’s presence in my life by taking him out and taking photographs in places and situations where an old time rocking horse normally wouldn’t be found. In doing so I hope to remind myself to be grateful for the life I was born into as well as be thankful for my Mother and Father who gave me everything I needed.

I hope you enjoy all the crazy and interesting places I find appropriate somehow to photograph Horse in.

Thanks for viewing.

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My GreenPrint Day – breakfast/dinner


Best thing I know how to do, as I attempt to make these posts meaningful, is to convey the experience of eating plant based food. We have to enjoy the food we eat, right?

Here’s my breakfast from this morning:

Banana-nut quinoa bowl. Ingredients = quinoa, blueberries, walnuts, banana slices and almond butter drizzled over the top (Pg. 236 – The Greenprint by Marcos Borges)

The almond butter is freshly opened and stirred. Almost looks like a bowl of ice cream, eh? It tasted just as good.

Tonight’s dinner = Rainbow Quinoa Bowl. Ingredients = kale leaves, shredded carrots, canned chickpeas, canned sweet corn. Missing from my bowl is avocado & cherry tomatoes, which I plain ran out of. The dressing is made of tahini, lemon juice, garlic powder, and sea salt.

As long as dishes like this taste great, and this does, and provides enough protein amidst the healthy onslaught of vegetables, Im satisfied eating like this. I don’t miss chicken, beef and pork. (I’m guessing it’s cheaper, too)

I’m feeling superb and leaving, bit by bit, a smaller imprint on our world.

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I’m taking ~The Greenprint~ challenge.

I happened to watch Marco Borges talk about The Greenprint, a plant based diet, on the Today Show one morning while on an off day from work. https://youtu.be/X-ImJiohQs8

I was fascinated by how simple a plan it seemed to become healthier than I am already am. (Watch the video linked above and hear what I heard)

I’m buying into this to see how it goes. I am very much concerned about the world I live in and trying to do my part to leave it in the best possible shape for my own kids and young people throughout the world.

I feel I can do many small things to help and if not eating meat makes a difference then it’s one more small effort I’ve made.

I’ve got the book and will be sharing my experiences and maybe you, too, might feel like this is something you’d like to try.

I’ll make the recipes and read about the concepts as I go along and describe for you what I’ve experienced.

Until the next time, happy plant based diet eating! : )

The Forest And The Storm

I’ve been to the fairy tale forest when the stories were being written. Have you?

This place of unnamed legend silently requests your presence. Wraps you in frosted spectacle.


Minotaur inside the Labyrinth

In the forest, letters form differently when a storm arrives.

Greek? Sinhala? Urdu? Tibetan? Elvish?
~Forest syllabary~


Fields of snow speak image & emote phrase.

Quiet emptiness. Soft crystal depth. Dulled elegance.

A sentinel stands watch.

An old friend rises to greet.

Points a circular way.

Wind flows along.

Geometry slices the adventure into shapes.

Earth rests her weary bones.

In the corner number 7 draws the sky…

…and leads you through to fields.

Open arms invite you in.

Lonely trees unravel tales of existence inside the lines.

Some of our stories shall remain buried and vaulted.

~protector~

Walk among the fallen.

Talk with.

Listen.

Observe and wonder.

Notice.

Do not be afraid. Befriend the Dragons.

mušḫuššu (𒈲𒄭𒄊

Free your mind and body.

Cry tears inside the cold exquisite and…

…stain the glass of winter.

Follow the way. Journey to alternate times.

Disappear into dusk.

Never to be seen again.

change~alter~convert

a thorough or dramatic change in form or appearance
sometimes hidden in plain sight
Mother Earth reclaims and restores
through colors of amazement 
takes energy from 
what once existed in one form
to reconfigure 
flow
stream
throw shadows
and reemerge later as part of the unknown