It’s the job of a hero to stand a strong wind, invincible against a dark sky, giving us pause to reflect on the sum of our inadequacies and hopes too precious to name. Could I be that strong, that resilient, with decades behind me and a dwindling future? She holds her ground, with steady eyes and no apology. Our lesser nature demands that we measure ourselves with cold calculation and doubt, though the hero makes no claims against us. Without blame, she holds an open space beside her. Step up, she says. There’s room.
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Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)
Wow. As a person who is at that “number my days” stage of life, thank you for this.
Me, too. She is a marvel. Thanks.
love it. Picture came up after I read the poem but I knew it was going to be a majestic donkey!
For my lifelong love of horses, yes, donkeys are my heroes. I am in awe…
Love this pic (especially having scratched that forehead<3)
Great verse too!
Thanks for dropping by, Sandy, and yes, she is all that.
Looks to me like those ears hold the sky, which is kind of along the same thought. Then I think, would I be that way if I wasn’t always looking backward and forward rather than in the now? But being me I plan how I’ll be in the now… lol *sigh* This is another one I’ll print and put on my refrigerator. Thank you
I always used to whine about not having a mentor… no more. Thanks Joan.
Loved, loved, loved that photo?
Thank you, Jane.
This is beautiful, I’d be so blessed to own a donkey but for now I settle for the call of one I hear from the nearby farm, I always smile when I hear the bray
There is nothing like a bray on the wind… This is Lilith, toothless dynamo who is a rescue foster. Thank you.
Made my toast and coffee, opened up my computer and saw this photo, really made me smile, what a beautiful girl. Please give her a scratch and rub from me on that awesome little topknot x
Happy to, Melissa. She is a beauty all right. Thanks.
Thanks Anna. As someone who is facing a “dwindling future,” this poem struck home. Of course I may not be helping the situation by riding a green “mare” regularly at 76. But it is such a big part of my life right now I cannot quit. I just hope I can have the spirit of your donkey as the days pass by. Beautiful.
That’s my plan, Fred. That old donkey is doing it right. She feels good enough to chase the goat, and that’s my standard, too. 🙂 Have a great summer with your mares, Fred. Thanks for checking in.
She is a Zen Master. I need and appreciate frequent reminders to wake up to the here and now. Thank you to you and Lilith.
Yes, a slow-motion goat-chasing Zen master. 🙂 Thanks, Judy.