Relative Something

Patiently chipping away at tasks this weekend, and attempting to do so mindful of the bigger picture of our dream, to keep the work from becoming burdensome. I’m tired, and I find myself lonesome for Cyndie’s energy for this type of work.

Yesterday morning, I received a surprise call from Cyndie. I had not talked with her much the week prior, as she was burdened with another exceptionally difficult week in Boston, and I expected that she would be out of communication until next Tuesday while she is attending a 4-day Epona Equestrian Services workshop with author Linda Kohanov in Arizona. Cyndie said she found there was a cell signal and couldn’t wait to tell me the wonderful connection she discovered there.

Cyndie was telling Linda about a friend she has in Portugal, a man by the name of Ian. Cyndie reported that Linda’s face suddenly lit up with excitement, “Ian Rowcliffe? You know Ian Rowcliffe!?”

What a treat that discovery must have been. I was lucky to catch Ian online for a brief chat, shortly after my phone call with Cyndie, and passed along the news. Cyndie and I did not know that Ian had been in contact with Linda over the internet.

There appears to be another connection going on for Cyndie. Obviously, with the difficult week she just had in Boston, which in actuality is an extension of the difficult previous months that job is proving to be, that work is the center of her attention as she enters the workshop with horses. These few days in Arizona will be a chance to replenish her energies, but even more pertinent, they may provide knowledge that will be essential to the effort she is putting forth to support Superintendent Carol Johnson in the Boston Public Schools.

It is as if she is trying to do two things at once, train with horses, and work in Boston. Could be that the two things are actually one.