In The Face OF Adversity

Day 32

Day 32. I can’t believe it’s day 32. I have actually stuck with a program and routine for 32 days. How exciting. 

In the beginning there were some big changes to my body. Sacrificing sleep to write however I have noticed that those changes have slowed. The sacrifice has been a worthwhile one. I have always dreamt of writing and here I am writing and the reward does not stop there. The wall that stood between my creative flow and the outside world has dissolved leaving a rushing river of confidence to do the things and make the mistakes. 

For 20 years I have been saving and collecting things for the projects. The projects that I will do one day when everything is perfect. There is no perfect time however, the only time we truly have is the time we have right now. The only choice left is what project needs to be done first, and I solved that problem too, by simply removing the other choices. 

I watched the fog roll in off the Masset inlet this morning, wrapping itself around the tops of the trees and caressing the land. It was a beautiful white fog. The kind you know is going to burn off into a beautiful day of autumn sunshine. 

I didn’t see much of the world today. Most of it was spent in my house. 

What I did see however was a wonderful delight. 

I saw birds flying in the bright blue sky. I saw cute puffy clouds rolling past treetops. And I saw Punkin and Tonka learn to groom each other despite their size difference. At first I thought it must be an accident. Then I looked closely and I could see that Punkin had gotten herself into the ditch and Tonka had found a little hill to stand on. 

They seemed quite pleased with themselves and their new arrangement. Fully invested in the mutual grooming that is so important to horses. Tonka was finally able to itch that spot that she couldn't reach and he really enjoyed a little attention from her as well. 

Tonka had been a big part of raising Punkin from a foal. They were once very similar in size and have always been the best of playmates. Then like all children do, she had to go and grow up. Her attitude become far too serious for a little pony who just wanted to play. 

So often I would look out the window to catch a glimpse of him biting at her face while she’s trying to relax. Sometimes he runs past her and bites her legs on the way. 28 years young this year and he never ceases to amaze me. 

Seeing the two of them working together to overcome their diversity for the benefit of both of them warmed my heart and calmed my soul on a day that very much started out in need of calming. 

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