Novelty, beauty, wonder and goodness

On keeping a heart filled with love

Pillows of fluff, puffy clouds tumbled across the sunset playing peek a boo with the sun. One moment everything was golden, the next monochromatic.

Horses and riders swirling around the outdoor arena. There were six riding in all. I sat there, on the bleachers, watching these incredibly talented, skilled riders manage the space and chaos together. They all were looking out for each other. All finding ways to make room. All seemed so pleased to trot and cantor and do all the horsey stuff that horse people do.

I was taken back to high school. Before I completely got the ‘on stage bug’ - before I knew that I was a performer, I spent my lunch times in the auditorium at my high school. I would lay on the floor, in between the seats and listen. The school choir would be rehearsing. I had no desire to join them. It was enough to soak in the beauty of incredible people doing wonderful things.

So it was on this night. I was content to merely be there, like a fly on the wall, taking in the beaut…