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What’d I tell you? That girl doesn’t do things halfway. In a single day, Cyndie transformed our barn into a spectacular equine boutique. Then she fled town and left me to handle the first two customer appointments on my own.

There is a conference of some sort in Dallas that has been on her calendar for some time, but she found a way to do a couple of weeks worth of work in two days before leaving, so that she would be ready to capture this weekend’s target audience of horse folks headed to the Minnesota Horse Expo at the state fair grounds in St. Paul.

It feels strange to no longer have horses living with us.

It is so bittersweet. It’s what we wanted, while also being not at all what we wanted. Obviously, we can’t have it both ways, so it is time to reconcile the reality of our here and now.

We are giving new life to perfectly good equipment so it can serve the purposes for which it was created, as well as bringing pleasure to folks who will find beneficial treasures for their horse activities at reasonable prices.

I’ll be trying to keep that in my mind, but I gotta admit, this all feels rather disorienting for me.

I must be adjusting some already though, because I’ve noticed several instances lately of flashing back to not all that long ago when I had absolutely no horse experience whatsoever.

I guess it would come as no surprise that I had a dream a couple of nights ago that was set in our old Eden Prairie home.

It makes me chuckle to look back at my old self there in the suburbs and contemplate how oblivious I was about where I would end up in the twenty-teens.

Horses? Uh uh.

Not until I visited Ian in Portugal.

I’ve come a long way since then.

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Written by johnwhays

April 25, 2019 at 6:00 am

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  1. Re: Not until I visited Ian in Portugal. That puts me on the spot, doesn’t it? That said, my perspective has, and continues to be, of a more organic nature. Nothing comes from nothing, which is styled in old-world thinking: slowly but surely. Quick fixes can be helpful but things have to make sense in terms of the fabric of life – something that I have to face up to like anyone else. That said, maybe, ‘Bob’ is calling you and Cyndie home… Minnesota here you come! Just the sound of it really supplants the low ebb of Wisconsin. Can’t you feel it resonate and make sense?

    Ian Rowcliffe

    April 25, 2019 at 7:51 am

    • If you are on the spot, it is in an exclusively positive way! That experience was one of the best in my life and the resulting growth of knowing horses a priceless bonus result.
      I am definitely feeling something brewing.
      Personally, I still hope it will include a second visit to a certain Forest Garden Estate…

      johnwhays

      April 25, 2019 at 8:12 am

      • Ha, ha: lots of flowering plants here, many energized and helped along greatly by you both. So often in life we don’t see the results of our work and endeavours, but you must sense within yourself that the world has taken note and become noteable – is blossoming somewhere even out of sight no matter what and is bearing fruit. Indeed, we know it when we see it and come to understand that out of moments of darkness, it must eventually shine through. Positive pure energy takes on divine proportions and at times we witness it so clearly, so joyfully — bliss in the moment. Yes, we have shared such resounding moments and are here to share anew, renewed in contexts yet to be defined. Life is nothing short of momentous! Keep in mind, the best is yet to come…

        Ian Rowcliffe

        April 25, 2019 at 8:44 am

      • I’m all for the momentous! Count me in.

        johnwhays

        April 25, 2019 at 9:11 am


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