News last week triggered a tailspin, the white-knuckle kind that leaves a burn in your chest and grit in your teeth. Black Hat Fear has been lurking and my heart is weary from moonlit porch vigils, hours of shotgun-toting snarls into the dark, “Get Off My Land.”
Sometimes I need to change scenes and get dizzy on purpose.
Hem in where Fear holds no ticket. Hear the gate clink behind me, pick my horse based on lane and favorite color.
Wave and wave and wave at my people, who thrill to see me happy, dimples finally showing.
I’ll ride ’til I realize I’m no longer pretending, feel the peal of the pipe organ coax out wild Hope, and lean into the lure of certain Joy — all of these bright bells and whistles just for me.
Watch here and smile wide with me today?
*Joining Amber C. Haines at www.therunamuck.com as she leads a group of writers through her Concrete Abstractions series, writing out spirit through concrete things in life. Today’s word, HORSE.