It’s the howling gale that calls your name, or the storm that throws you at the palace door. It’s the pebble in your shoe. It’s the pea buried among layers in the night. You greet the new day with bruises from your fight with the truth you’ve tried to ignore, but there is no going back. You are weary, you are battle sore-
but you are a woman fully awake, and the better for it. <>
– Sarah La Rosa
My dear friend–Chief–gave me this and I love him for it. I wish I could jump in the car and drive the thousand or so miles to wander around his ranch, meet his herd, and be hoisted up and onto a horse. He would lead me to the creek where I would dismount to rest and try to catch frogs.
This fear of horses is a pebble in my shoe. It’s one of three things I’m most afraid.