Do you trust the universe?
We arrived at the corner of High Ridge and Hilo Drives.
“Oh Henny! We forgot to say Good Morning to the horses!”
Once again, thought had robbed me of the present moment. I’d been mulling the balance between creating and promoting my stories. My feet seem to be firmly rooted in the notion that if I continue to toss what I write out into the world, those who are meant to find my musings will.
Everybody has thoughts.
The only thing I do differently is pitch them out in bottles.
Trusting the universe is a challenge?
Especially in a world where the resounding belief is that we make things happen?
I do believe we create our lives through our attitude and the choices we make.
Do you?
Anyhow, while I considered going back a few hundred yards to connect hazel eyes with the liquid brown of two white, two chestnut, and a spotted pony, Henri snatched a black, frozen banana peel from the verge. It was the same one she had yesterday, of which she ingested a portion and had a day of intestinal distress.
My controlling self took over and I started digging in her mouth to retrieve slimy bits and pieces before she could swallow them.
Trusting the universe is a practice?
Yesterday I wrote a poem.
It can find you here.
In our fear we believe that we must make things happen; in our practice we learn to let things happen. ~Rolf Gates