A horse is a horse is a horse; well, maybe not! If curious what's up with me and horses, please check my previous entry: Pondering Horses?. Pondering self-discovery, et al, my spiritual guide, who in my attempts at Creative Visualizations, seems to manifest himself as my beloved maternal grandfather, Fred, who always appears wearing a felt hat--which is odd as he was a farmer--and overalls: I see his arms reaching up and supporting me on the back of a horse chubby toddler with a knitted hat, have been pondering what the ongoing significance of horses in my thoughts; and, today, I had a heavy duty ureka moment, that maybe wasn't about actual alfalfa hay and oat eating animals, but just maybe! it was about reckoning with the horsepower under my own hat....
AN UNSUNG HERO:
- Kamaroh
- Naturalist by devotion, humorist by genetics, hero by default; Kamaroh is a Republican, a Presbyterian, a Polio surviver, a former US Marine, & Great Plains Badger. Earned an MA in English from SFSU. Student & friend of novelist Kay Boyle. His blog is a no profanity zone. There is little edgey emotionalism if he avoids thinking about his children. Kamaroh is a masculinist, places value on fraternity & believes living stag is a responsible and manly option. Particularly apreciative of the charm of Asian females, he discovered in 1999 he is able to love one small lady to the extreme that thinking about her can make his nose bleed. From boyhood forward, he values having male friends & male role models; though this blog is an extention of that belief; it is all welcome. Though containing male posturing, biased poetry, shakey facts, & faulted bachelor housekeeping, this blog's intent is to be good for your health & contains no spanky material. Pardon me if I am speaking too loudly because even with the high tech ... hearing aids the Veterans Administration provides to me, I do not have normal hearing.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
HOW MANY HORSE POWER IS YOUR MAN POWER?
A horse is a horse is a horse; well, maybe not! If curious what's up with me and horses, please check my previous entry: Pondering Horses?. Pondering self-discovery, et al, my spiritual guide, who in my attempts at Creative Visualizations, seems to manifest himself as my beloved maternal grandfather, Fred, who always appears wearing a felt hat--which is odd as he was a farmer--and overalls: I see his arms reaching up and supporting me on the back of a horse chubby toddler with a knitted hat, have been pondering what the ongoing significance of horses in my thoughts; and, today, I had a heavy duty ureka moment, that maybe wasn't about actual alfalfa hay and oat eating animals, but just maybe! it was about reckoning with the horsepower under my own hat....
