So, did you have a nice break last week? What did you get up to while I was away? Hopefully you didn’t do anything too mischievous and instead discovered something new about yourself or the area around you.
For this week’s post I’d like to take a moment to recognize the significance of childhood inspirations. They can be a large portion of the driving point in your life. Maybe it’s the mascot under the bow of your ship as it cuts through the storm waves life throws at your ship. As you go through life maybe you loose it for a while; maybe you hold onto it and it takes you not necessarily where you want to go but where you are needed; maybe you forget it completely (and hopefully find a new inspiration). Of those options I have managed to keep my original source of inspiration relatively close in mind if not in physical presence.
My original inspiration is the scientific family Equidae. For me this includes all horses in general; zebras, Przewalsi’s horse, pegasi, unicorns, kirin, thestrals, kelpie, Sleipnir, warm blood breeds, cold blood breeds, medicine, associated natural remedies, riding, grooming, training, tricks- you get the picture.
The most notable influence for me started between pony rides when I was a child, She-Ra’s steed Swift Wind, and Peter S. Beagle’s The Last Unicorn.
Keep in mind that this post is not a review about the series but did you know that there is not only a book and a movie but also a graphic novel for Beagle’s work? If you manage to pick up a copy of the book with a foreword by him you’ll see that he actually composed the beautifully worded work in a rough time in his life.
Spirit turning into Swift Wind in the She-ra series to me is a melding between the real and the imaginary; the connection between the written work/media about horses and actually walking beside and working with horses in person. While to me written work involving equines can be inspiring but it’s just incomplete without the physical touch of the horses that I volunteer around. I’ve come to realize that sometimes there are people, sometimes there are car-people who breathe the language of engine mechanics; sometimes there are fashion-people who know the difference in eras or styles just by the stitch; and sometimes there are horse-people who can spin you tales about breeds, tissue-swelling bedding, and lactic acid that can make a horse damned irritable.
If you find in some part of your life that some thing or activity is uplifting, inspiring, or a driving force I urge you not to let it slip completely between your fingers. Find one of the long strings dangling from the balloons that seem to be flying away from you and hold fast. When you can’t reach them running on the ground take a vaulting dive from the cliff edge and don’t worry too much about the possibility of the fall. You are a survivor. Even if you fall you’ll find somehow you’ve learned to glide, or to dive into the water below and swim. There is always, always something calling your name and is always, always in danger of being drowned out by the clamor and clash of the world. Sometimes taking the first steps of that run is the hardest part and sometimes when you do accomplish your goal or dream you may fear there will be nothing left afterwards – but that could be the beauty in it: you’ll get to set a new goal.
However that’s enough heavy cryptic words from me. Instead I hope you all are doing well and exploring! Take a break for yourself every once in a while. If you don’t treat yourself well no one else will. Also, remember to take a moment and think of the things that inspire you, so that when you’re stuck at that desk job or hanging up clothes at a temporary job you can grow that little garden in your head and rejuvenate yourself.
That is all from me today. Have yourselves a happy Halloween!
Until next week, happy trails~