Chester was the horse I rode when I took riding lessons. I also rode Brownie and Frosty, but Chester, the old bay, was my favorite. I took English riding lessons. I loved brushing the horses I rode, and being in the stables. I even learned to jump, which was very exciting and thrilling to do!
As I was falling asleep last night, I was thinking about my friend Jeff, and how many people were influenced by his music, and how that wasn't exactly for our team. I thought about rituals and other things he must have at least known, if not participated in, and I felt queasy about his influence on the masses. I asked Ross, 'what can we do?'
Gently, Ross guided me to the best part of junior high school, the horses, and Chester. He encouraged me to fall asleep thinking about him, and reliving my days when I used to compete and ride. I was in a trot, and going to a canter, watching as Chester flicked his ears back to me, as I fell asleep.
Sometimes we need to think of happier things to get by.
And here are some very happy videos:
- Adoptive mare meets foal for first time
- Mother and baby horse the next day
- Powerful share about how much we are loved
- Inspirational story from a woman who survived abortion. Please watch through to the end, as it shows you can't ever really know the truth about a situation until you meet and forgive those who did harm to you.
