The horse has come around again on the carousel and I am no longer a child. It is no longer possible to live a life of childishness. This year will be mine. It is a chance to mount a new horse, to outfit myself with a new strength and to borrow confidence from others I know until my own comes rushing over the prairies. I want to be made of the spirits of wild horses. I want the bravest heart that feels every emotion and has a love for every colour. I am so tired of greys.
I want to be an explorer of this world I am in. I want to find the mythology in the modern, see beauty in blocks of weathered concrete and hear conversations in the leaves. I want to write them down. I want to take photographs. I want this to be a record of celebration. "Look," I'll say someday soon, "look how I tried, failed, tried again. This is how I became myself."
This is 2014. The Year of the Horse returns and offers me another chance at rebirth. Under the snow there is a mane of golden wheat. I dream it and I ride.
"I am so tired of greys". How true are these words! I share with you this yearning of transforming those dark shades into beautiful, vibrant colors. May this journey bring us the answers! Thank you Jason for such beautiful words.
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