Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Bound For Montana

Enduring the hits that life delivers with a heavy heart and a broken spirit, I am bound for Montana.

Somewhere up there is a place to hide for a bit.

I've got three weeks to brush up, complete the current book and get it published before the harvest job starts.

So I'll go on solitary and alone...

Sometimes life shines... too often what's shining are the tears running down your face.

-Brian

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Sitting in The Back Of My Horse Trailer House...

... Braiding up some reins on my writing desk/braiding stand...

Works good for braiding... less good for writing... and with all my junk piled behind it__ kinda keeps horses from getting loaded...

Sooo... there's something else to be dealt with soonest. A storage shed of some variety is going to be needed at winter camp.

Just as soon as I leave the harvest job up in Montana at the end of October.

Giving the book a few days to simmer now that it's finished... before I dive into the edits.

Best to start that with as fresh a view as possible.

Sooo... back to work for me.

- Brian

Friday, August 21, 2015

Have You Ever Stumbled Across a Man, a Showman... but KNEW On An Instinctive Level.... THIS... Is The Real Deal?

My life is in a turmoil. Old ghosts wreaking havoc... marriage gone... self respect in the toilet...

Everything I treasured and valued... family, commitments... broken... I am lost...

And yet... I go "back to horse"...

Why? Because of the spiritual connection that a man named Carson James exudes...

When your heart is broken. When your soul is raped and bleeding...

For someone like me there is only one poultice... one bandage... one medicine that has any hope of restoring your broken soul.

Horses.

Carson James is a horseman... more than a horseman... he is, THE horseman in my mind.

His perception I'd the sort that has been described by others as "horse whisperer".

Let me tell you a secret... Horse Whispering is...Bull...Shit...

What "looks" magical is actually the extremely sensitive perception of a horseman...

In a sweet and timely spark in the universe I have stumbled across... when most needed... A Horseman... who is a showman... but who is FIRST... a Horseman...

The sort of horseman who is real. Who will not sacrifice the animal for a dollar... who understands the mind of the animal...

... and most importantly... who understands, on a spiritual level... the need, the hunger of the Human Heart... for a connection with the pure soul of a horse.

-Brian