Living it and loving it! Thank you for the inspiration you share. Life begins again at 70. Setting up my Substack, a place to write. 1000 words a day? And everything else to do? Wow.
I like the Hilma af Klint painting. I found her as a result of reading about Jung's interest in impressionistic art. I have two of hers (museum prints) on my wall.
Oh my dear Satya, I am thinking of that precious horse and rather than tethered to the cart he is pushing that cart...sometimes up hill. And push he does, nose, head, shoulders, knees , hooves, all working together and then once up and moving along that cart starts to glide a bit and the horse can move to the left, to right just guiding from behind ,sensing that the cart is moving along a path well trodden and wise. Horses like to butt head to tush and side to side their horse friends and young'in. So, I'm imagining that cart is a friend and perhaps a bit younger and the horse is finding joy and purpose as it encourages its movement.
I had a horse named Devon when I was in my 20s who loved to do the western trail competions. Once I was very late for a competion and Devon had been saddled and readied and was actually lined up waiting for me. I jumped on and when given the signal we began the sequence. I was out of breath, distracted and barely paying attention and Devon was just doing the track...with little to no rein, foot or leg from me. Clearly Devon was,"pushing the cart" and I was grateful![BTW we won 2nd place ]
Best wishes to your'Devon" and here's to a cart with good wheels.
Congratulations! I am so proud of your choices and courage to risk along your journey. I hope it continues to reward your soul and professional stability.
I loved this, thank you for sharing. It describes something I’m currently experiencing, not having a container. But hard to know where to start!
Living it and loving it! Thank you for the inspiration you share. Life begins again at 70. Setting up my Substack, a place to write. 1000 words a day? And everything else to do? Wow.
I like the Hilma af Klint painting. I found her as a result of reading about Jung's interest in impressionistic art. I have two of hers (museum prints) on my wall.
Oh my dear Satya, I am thinking of that precious horse and rather than tethered to the cart he is pushing that cart...sometimes up hill. And push he does, nose, head, shoulders, knees , hooves, all working together and then once up and moving along that cart starts to glide a bit and the horse can move to the left, to right just guiding from behind ,sensing that the cart is moving along a path well trodden and wise. Horses like to butt head to tush and side to side their horse friends and young'in. So, I'm imagining that cart is a friend and perhaps a bit younger and the horse is finding joy and purpose as it encourages its movement.
I had a horse named Devon when I was in my 20s who loved to do the western trail competions. Once I was very late for a competion and Devon had been saddled and readied and was actually lined up waiting for me. I jumped on and when given the signal we began the sequence. I was out of breath, distracted and barely paying attention and Devon was just doing the track...with little to no rein, foot or leg from me. Clearly Devon was,"pushing the cart" and I was grateful![BTW we won 2nd place ]
Best wishes to your'Devon" and here's to a cart with good wheels.
Congratulations! I am so proud of your choices and courage to risk along your journey. I hope it continues to reward your soul and professional stability.