Home....
Yesterday at noon I left the Island. I got home at 5 p.m. In the past 29 hours I have realised I hate the mainland more than I ever thought I would. It smells, cars are loud, no beaches, too much tension and stress here. Plus no boats and considerably less horses. I spent my last 3 days going on horse rides in the depths of the island, ontop my favorite JJ, a percheron/morgan mix who is black as midnight and smooth as ice. His canters were smooth and his run was like riding the calm tides of the morning. He has a spirit and few can actually stay atop him once they get up, we bonded spirits for the hours I spent riding him. My last morning was shared with him, my last ride was a pleasure I endulged upon with him. My heart fell in love with it there and here I am, 5 hours away from a place I wish I would have stayed. Remnants of Oz I believe. That hankering for a place other than where I am right now. But I have Alan to look foreward to, I am flying out to see him in California on Thursday and will be there until September 5th so I will get my head back at least for a little while, but I'll probably leave even more of my heart with him. He takes a little piece with him each time we have to say good bye.
I want to be back on my Island, back where the outside world is something you see on a shorline if you care to look. where time does not exist, only dark and light. Where we bond over the strange draw that brought us to that island in the first place. It's a place where you get along with people you would normally hate and you fear no authority because they are usually the ones starting the trouble with you. But Alan will set me straight, he will get me back in the game and get me grounded again. I need him now more than ever and for the first time I know it's a genuine need of who he is. So life goes, ups and downs, ins and outs, giving us a feeling of displacement but always showing us something new and always giving us a taste of real freedom.
I want to be back on my Island, back where the outside world is something you see on a shorline if you care to look. where time does not exist, only dark and light. Where we bond over the strange draw that brought us to that island in the first place. It's a place where you get along with people you would normally hate and you fear no authority because they are usually the ones starting the trouble with you. But Alan will set me straight, he will get me back in the game and get me grounded again. I need him now more than ever and for the first time I know it's a genuine need of who he is. So life goes, ups and downs, ins and outs, giving us a feeling of displacement but always showing us something new and always giving us a taste of real freedom.