7/30/13

I rode in my first horse show Saturday and I asked her to make an appearance somehow. When I drove up to the show barn, there was a dove in the middle of the road. It looked at me, waited, and flew.

I got a blue ribbon my first class and I remembered I'd just had her ribbons out from the 1940 fair.

Part of me sees the connection. The other part of me is ready to move forward. I'm feeling like words aren't as needed right now for me to grieve.

I feel like I'm ready to create in textures again. Soon I'll start my Blankets of Comfort.