In Dreams
March 30, 2011 
So.
One of these days.
My birthday approacheth.
And you know what I want more than anything?
More than cake?
More than a party?
More than a sparkly new diamond ring?
More than a Lexus wrapped in a big red bow?
I want to go to a horse sale.
I didn't say I want a horse. I said I want to go to a horse sale.
A horse sale out in the muddy, fresh springtime with the aroma of horse poop filling the air and my senses.
This is what I want the very most. And I want Mr. Blue Eyes, the kids, and my Nikon D70 to be there with me... A family affair.
Why?
The reasons are simple, yet complex.
First, I just love horse sales. I love watching the people and horses come to gather in one central place, the display of skills, the friendly banter, the commotion, and... the movement of the horses. That's the ticket, really... the movement of the horses. I get lost in it. They're just such a magnificent creation.
Even this lovely and mysterious creature.
(Who is technically not a horse, but let's not split hairs about it.)
But beyond that, when I think about this, I realize that horses, and horse sales in particular, hold such a special place in my heart because they were a place where I spent a lot of time with my dad. Sitting by his side, watching the horses and people and commotion, was a place where dreams were made. Dreams about where we might go or what we might do, and dreams of who I might become. It's a memory of my formative years that was very... Formative.
Somewhere down the line, things have changed. I haven't been to a horse sale in years. In all honesty, I don't think I'm all that much of a dreamer anymore. I've become much more of a realist, taking an honest assessment of where I am in any given moment, and thanking God that He has given me enough for today. I try not to worry too much about the past or the future, and I'm at peace with this. I try to be quiet enough to let God speak first, not me. And definitely not the merry-go-round world we live in.
(I say 'try'... I'm not perfect. Believe me, I'm so far from perfect.)
On the other hand, I also don't want to settle into a pattern of complacency. As a family, I think we need to get out there in the world and do a little dreaming. A little living. The kids are no longer babies, and I want them to feel that exhileration that I felt -- still feel -- of being in touch with the beauty of the world, and shaping your dreams.
So.
One of these days.
We might just head down the road to a horse sale.
I just thought you should know.
Horses
Reader Comments (3)
Your post brought back memories of going to the Saturday night barn auction. Horses, saddles, and all sorts of miscellaneous horse and stuff would be auctioned off. Yeah, that was a fun Saturday night. A long time ago. Sweet memories.
What a wonderful experience it will be. I hope you all have a super time at the horse sale. It's fun to go out and make memories.
Ruth
I hope you take awesome pictures at the horse sale.
I have never been to one, but I think I would love it.
Uh, when's the birthday?????