White horse and a giant dog

White horse and a giant dog

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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!


Kristin Springfield

The Dash

The Dash

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Posted on: September 19, 2015 • 0 Comments

Last night in the Hostel was an all women slumber party! I am through my sleep in the same room with men and now my roomy is a woman. She got up early to look for bears and moose to photograph. Well, someone has to do it! I am doing all I can to avoid them. I hope that she will find them and safely take pictures so I can see them. There are two other amazing women here also. They have been friends since high school. They are on a 3-week Thelma and Louise journey. Everyone is such an inspiration. We are on this journey of life together. Everyone I have met and reconnected with along the way have been supportive and shared their own story. I am forever grateful for this experience. I have had the luxury to gift women with Womanly Journey bracelets along this journey! The way it touches their heart brings me back to the core reason I created them in the first place; to remind women of their greatness.

At breakfast this morning, one of my slumber party sisters told me about The Dash poem. It is so poignant that I have to share it. At this point my Dash is pretty awesome!


The Dash

by Linda Ellis copyright 1996

I read of a man who stood to speak

at the funeral of a friend.

He referred to the dates on the tombstone

from the beginning…to the end.

He noted that first came the date of birth

and spoke the following date with tears,

but he said what mattered most of all

was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time

that they spent alive on earth.

And now only those who loved them

know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own,

the cars…the house…the cash.

What matters is how we live and love

and how we spend our dash.

So, think about this long and hard.

Are there things you’d like to change?

For you never know how much time is left

that can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough

to consider what’s true and real

and always try to understand

the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger

and show appreciation more

and love the people in our lives

like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect

and more often wear a smile,

remembering that this special dash

might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being read,

with your life’s actions to rehash…

would you be proud of the things they say

about how you spent YOUR dash?


Kristin Springfield

First time Hosteler!

First time hosteler!

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Posted on: September 17, 2015 • 0 Comments

First time Hosteler

I arrive at a beautiful log cabin to be welcomed by a wonderful woman, Beth. After I move in to my room shared with up to 5 other people, I realize that I am not familiar with the ways of hostel living. It is obvious I am in the right place, once I see the live turtle. After settling in I brought in a bottle of wine and asked my host, Beth, if she would like a glass. It was obvious at that point that I had failed to read the rules! Much to my delight, she let me break the rules and drink alcohol. Thank God! Yesterday was a roller coaster of emotions. Fortunately, Beth liked me and we struck up conversation and stayed up later than the other guests. When you have a private room, staying up late is not an issue. Sharing a room with 2 men that are already asleep is another thing entirely! Failing to prepare by laying out PJs, sexy sleeping socks, and needed toiletries to get ready for bed, led to great deal of noise from me while they were sleeping. That is okay, I was paid back with soft snoring and a brief bout of talking while sleeping. I smiled as I was reminded of marriage. The disadvantage was it would have been inappropriate to gently nudge my roommate to roll over. Fortunately, I just made believe the snoring was a noise machine. I slept great!

This morning was interesting as well. The guests woke at roughly the same time and met in the kitchen for breakfast. It was delightful. About 6 guests were from Hong Kong. My roommates were from Brazil, and Chicago. It was a great mix of kindness for breakfast. I had no idea how the cooking or food thing worked. Beth shared with me that she had simple breakfast items that we were welcome to cook for ourselves, which included eggs, coffee and a plethora of gluten-filled items. Fortunately, my roomy from Brazil was the resident expert and could show all the newbie guests around the food, utensils, cups, plates, and silverware. It reminded me of see one, do one, teach one. Tomorrow I wonder whom I will be teaching.

I came “home” after a long hike exhausted. Curling up on one of the couches in the living room to write and read while other guests did the same thing was delightful. Everyone is kind, considerate, patient, and comfortable doing his or her own thing. There is a perfect balance of talking and silence. This experience so far has been great, especially since I get to break the rules with wine! I am here until Sunday. It will be interesting what other guests I meet and where they are from.