White horse and a giant dog
Posted on: September 21, 2015 • 0 Comments
Now in Montana, I am staying in a tiny cabin with amazing mountain views on all sides! It is like a dream come true. Life added a wonderful bonus at this location to further enhance my intention to pick up pieces of myself I left behind. A beautiful white horse and a giant dog. Let me back up to fill in the story.
When I was in elementary school, my home was close enough to walk to school. Yes, in the 1970′s it was acceptable to walk to school. Actually, I don’t think there was even an option to ride the bus. Parents did not drive their kids to school. I not only live to tell about it, I remember it with great joy. When I was very young my mom would walk with me and a group of kids from the neighborhood. As I grew older, maybe 8 years old, there were many days that I walked part of the way home alone. Those were my favorite parts of the walk. The path lead through the woods and past a small stable with horses. Maybe that is where the love of trees and being in the woods started. There is no place on earth that I feel closer to my heart and God, than when I am in the woods.
Back to the horses. My mom made my lunch most days, and always packed me carrots. I HATED carrots, yet horses LOVE them! I stopped every day at the stables and fed my carrots to the horses. This helped on many levels. I helped feed the horses while I brought home an empty lunch box. An all around win! I am sure my mom knew what I was doing. Needless to say I felt triumphant!
One year a white colt was born. I was lucky enough to see this baby learn to walk, run, and eat my carrots. It was magical! I wanted to grow up and work in that stable. Better yet, I wanted that white horse with all of my heart! Much like most girls, I wanted a horse and did not get one. As time would have it, we moved away and the stable was torn down to build more houses. I wondered where my white horse may have gone after I left. Well, look what I have at my Montana home, but a beautiful white horse! I know it is not the same white horse, yet it is pretty awesome to have one here. Last night after I brought my things in I went out into the yard to take in all of the mountains and beauty. I look to the left and here comes my white horse. He comes directly up to me and stops before me to receive love. My loving rubs are returned with a kiss! How perfect. An amazing part of my childhood has been restored!
Giant dog. This Montana tiny house keeps getting better. I take my coffee out to the back deck to enjoy the warm sunrise. As I sit down and settle in, I hear heavy footsteps behind me. Trying not to freak out, I turn to see a giant white Pyrenees coming toward me. He walks right up to my face, receives my love and gives me a kiss. Amazing! Now the history of wanting a giant dog as a child. Since I couldn’t have a horse, why not go for a dog big enough to ride? Mom was afraid of big dogs and the size of the poop was daunting. My grandfather had a cousin that we would visit when I was little. They had a German Shepherd that was as tall as I was at the time. I wanted that dog as much as I wanted that white horse. Guess what? Neither one showed up in my childhood. Well, low and behold, they both show up at my Montana home! In college and early adulthood, I did buy my own giant dogs. Yet they did not grow to the height that the German Shepherd was next to me as a child.
The white horse and giant dog in Montana are a perfect reminder to enjoy the magic and wonder of animals. On a great note as an adult, I am only visiting them and do not have the responsibility of caring for them long term. Much like I did as a child, my responsibility is to give them love, receive kisses and leave.
Here’s to collecting and remembering childhood delight!