My life is in transition. I live on the ranch in North Texas but my roots are in Central Texas. My heart has been pulled back in that direction more intensely during 2010. Here I am three months into 2011 and the pull has become so strong that I now spend quite a bit of time on the highway that runs between both locations.
Driving can be a meditation of sorts when you cover that particular piece of pavement on a regular basis. In my mind, I’m putting together the barn, round pen and office of a new location. In my mind, it all takes place on our family ranch that has fallen into disrepair but still holds vestiges of the old, grand ranch waiting to be resurrected. In my mind, I am teaching new students the basics of western horsemanship on old, reliable Quarter Horse geldings.
In my mind, the office sits on the pier and beam foundation of the old manager’s home that burned down years ago.
I my mind, the old cistern is full of cool, clear well water to refresh horse and rider alike.
My Pastor says you have to go there in your mind first before you can go there in reality.
So, in my mind…