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The only safe place I had

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Day ruiner</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF6_KjNkWwQvVRUVKKKR_AnPx0ZN5NuYvjVD_T-Ugl6YTLR4ZrBrTWZelsirT74bRo63JQoPCnhvQoxsPYOQXkiPuAEV7VeMLKtmgPU_x3krDyHu59ivYaK6fydvZoC5YNug5JG9aOfaU/s1600/Right+look+owl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF6_KjNkWwQvVRUVKKKR_AnPx0ZN5NuYvjVD_T-Ugl6YTLR4ZrBrTWZelsirT74bRo63JQoPCnhvQoxsPYOQXkiPuAEV7VeMLKtmgPU_x3krDyHu59ivYaK6fydvZoC5YNug5JG9aOfaU/s640/Right+look+owl.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At least I got to ride the Baby D today....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stay classy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3bqTND0l2L3YoSNp0HGWpJKhskfPNqemBgTTvtFsd7JXvleNwjS5D_MHjVgCCznedJTkx_YJpwCIcLHl3glos3grC4mUXOEInpL2jSv6B4Cz5A7Y9qdSvB7UJmnxVu_0ggNr4swPhNs/s1600/Dream+in+January.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3bqTND0l2L3YoSNp0HGWpJKhskfPNqemBgTTvtFsd7JXvleNwjS5D_MHjVgCCznedJTkx_YJpwCIcLHl3glos3grC4mUXOEInpL2jSv6B4Cz5A7Y9qdSvB7UJmnxVu_0ggNr4swPhNs/s640/Dream+in+January.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

The only safe place I had

The only safe place I had

Day ruiner At least I got to ride the Baby D today.... Stay classy

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＊A new year＊A new beginning＊

<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>2012</u>:</b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"> A year of growing and a year of letting go.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">A year of becoming a better person but losing a big part of myself.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"></span><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><u>2013</u>: </b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">The first year of the rest of my life.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Be the change you wish to see in the world.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Be happy and healthy by yourself or you can never be completely happy with anyone else.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Learn from the past but cut the chain and watch the anchor sink to the depths.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Less judgement, more empathy.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Grounded, centered, finding the future.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1aAT8ys43rAWwDV5pCpg7vCTDpS1qnxONtLYhki43YIiieZOybQcXeTLgX5LuKLfFh5I_U2OT7h8wqSxJ2DZdl_yATSMF78LMLyaxTff5ADgih27OwhL19rydtCL_oaGKWIXcHy9b_Q/s1600/Happy+new+year.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1aAT8ys43rAWwDV5pCpg7vCTDpS1qnxONtLYhki43YIiieZOybQcXeTLgX5LuKLfFh5I_U2OT7h8wqSxJ2DZdl_yATSMF78LMLyaxTff5ADgih27OwhL19rydtCL_oaGKWIXcHy9b_Q/s640/Happy+new+year.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my new year's card.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Somehow not complete.</div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am thankful for my family and friends.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wouldn't have survived this year without you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Roots.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-w0Zb5d4ajGLQIW67dR_geLt0BU-PFPez1fTndtjdtRnABMWn9JUMxlc4V7NkWRai7-2IarjuQr_yytyPQbNvrCYggf8xetsyYdXfudoeesDsedItImEXr0EmdcqO6EBmdDpH-w2vdo/s1600/Mom+and+dad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-w0Zb5d4ajGLQIW67dR_geLt0BU-PFPez1fTndtjdtRnABMWn9JUMxlc4V7NkWRai7-2IarjuQr_yytyPQbNvrCYggf8xetsyYdXfudoeesDsedItImEXr0EmdcqO6EBmdDpH-w2vdo/s640/Mom+and+dad.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hope for the future.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsCtzbqK5tqoRy2CWyWJ9rOOrsR7UbgB9NtA-miNUXFaIFRbz1p2ETMOQ2v3ILg-SCHt1PD3rsxq9IJ34JRwWIYXX5-TtrhH_rYoXSwow41LZPp7YuYqfAvFK-5Tph-AGzQ394tMLsac/s1600/Harper+dessie+apple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsCtzbqK5tqoRy2CWyWJ9rOOrsR7UbgB9NtA-miNUXFaIFRbz1p2ETMOQ2v3ILg-SCHt1PD3rsxq9IJ34JRwWIYXX5-TtrhH_rYoXSwow41LZPp7YuYqfAvFK-5Tph-AGzQ394tMLsac/s640/Harper+dessie+apple.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Growing strong.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVghwwQR6jWoh-cvan4ZSnd56idjD00Thf01Dz2dk96mYxz16_679NZRI4mXUk2jK-zVFrwUMtOuablxjTITcH9NAljQS3FcWZSfYnNUYVO5ddI4KFgglPh85kXtXcyAH7lVyc14yuVj0/s1600/Finley+struggs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVghwwQR6jWoh-cvan4ZSnd56idjD00Thf01Dz2dk96mYxz16_679NZRI4mXUk2jK-zVFrwUMtOuablxjTITcH9NAljQS3FcWZSfYnNUYVO5ddI4KFgglPh85kXtXcyAH7lVyc14yuVj0/s640/Finley+struggs.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">New life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtWqN8TAeBss4Rbd6Fej7oW7UgBweY2ytocA43rzgroUHGnY_ihq6E0Z8C6Acd2kTUwAfnId2jKW9R0PYjlV-feEE7YfkpVjzj_l-XVjt2c20mOXBz8qi7wSbl35kAFbCmXiuwYw5xdc/s1600/Moto+Korbin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtWqN8TAeBss4Rbd6Fej7oW7UgBweY2ytocA43rzgroUHGnY_ihq6E0Z8C6Acd2kTUwAfnId2jKW9R0PYjlV-feEE7YfkpVjzj_l-XVjt2c20mOXBz8qi7wSbl35kAFbCmXiuwYw5xdc/s640/Moto+Korbin.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Near to my heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBl2-2h_7k07QGFt7nd0n83JMm_abnEHuLWZOPGMAp-gQZBoou5GXHOq7iq5rCL72Xv_OOg4FKBjUoQQBeeOfFnV_63RR-ts3-5wR79Xs038kZW5QjVpxag_is1tON7mQeUwWCMRkB6Yg/s1600/Md+zac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBl2-2h_7k07QGFt7nd0n83JMm_abnEHuLWZOPGMAp-gQZBoou5GXHOq7iq5rCL72Xv_OOg4FKBjUoQQBeeOfFnV_63RR-ts3-5wR79Xs038kZW5QjVpxag_is1tON7mQeUwWCMRkB6Yg/s640/Md+zac.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Building up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHljPINLyJt4ZjmvYi1ihARsdzU5phAaixM8Ydw-RQktbbBMOZdGdkGhTK4PxMk-QvuEWxNQdoT0uK9sveppOxstMmfred6laf4QRFkGClQfT3I7I1oiT9e81uYip8qJ_TqT7YR2lwaDw/s1600/Shawna+vroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHljPINLyJt4ZjmvYi1ihARsdzU5phAaixM8Ydw-RQktbbBMOZdGdkGhTK4PxMk-QvuEWxNQdoT0uK9sveppOxstMmfred6laf4QRFkGClQfT3I7I1oiT9e81uYip8qJ_TqT7YR2lwaDw/s640/Shawna+vroom.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Best of times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Love lost.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNnd6s7kH2xC0ZwTae601gPkzd0m2wAnMA2w0tMz6xbrc246Tl1kocx-fomRsWC62UWzP5LEZU9k3-HVuQJJYKI4Vw3RW9pOLsZMNXQCzbtMctxWyl255aw0sVRJai6ll55wwHZUZx3Fw/s1600/HD+group+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNnd6s7kH2xC0ZwTae601gPkzd0m2wAnMA2w0tMz6xbrc246Tl1kocx-fomRsWC62UWzP5LEZU9k3-HVuQJJYKI4Vw3RW9pOLsZMNXQCzbtMctxWyl255aw0sVRJai6ll55wwHZUZx3Fw/s640/HD+group+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Road trips.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqyPTbqQE9-bMK61OjDXAdVlrV5ARj_VHIFvM_EkU0hC3lg-ci7pLzv7Ty2JpuiF4yJzTaoBazpQ1fDlm9l9GFncKlTKpLQJc4Rr44mo0hNoyKDJZiDKoMNEce68zywFFxLKgGoXwKys/s1600/MI+2012+HOF+Dudes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqyPTbqQE9-bMK61OjDXAdVlrV5ARj_VHIFvM_EkU0hC3lg-ci7pLzv7Ty2JpuiF4yJzTaoBazpQ1fDlm9l9GFncKlTKpLQJc4Rr44mo0hNoyKDJZiDKoMNEce68zywFFxLKgGoXwKys/s640/MI+2012+HOF+Dudes.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Heavy hitters.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0d4yZrTqv8JyD1yonbbzUH41vff2zj-vXzmIV9czOn7dQS0sANbyVz995WfzhQRp6YOtMWr9BlaTKbFWfR3PoeKDdK1JcVwJSjtU9dsvm4L5C9bh9YDsP3lUX5G8aLhzCKS3P0zMSNg/s1600/clownin'.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0d4yZrTqv8JyD1yonbbzUH41vff2zj-vXzmIV9czOn7dQS0sANbyVz995WfzhQRp6YOtMWr9BlaTKbFWfR3PoeKDdK1JcVwJSjtU9dsvm4L5C9bh9YDsP3lUX5G8aLhzCKS3P0zMSNg/s640/clownin'.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Persistence. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDF-zMYFZgQLZJcdzvsX1QFJogbRNwDHCAbx-yEBj1Q4UA74eSSVVBJFiY-BOez5RcwNCAQJxix1mYxGO8YIbGRx1MqjXYfhdyPBiFoGBFMeWLJfb4hB42NElztUQl8YabR3b9eYnEAbw/s1600/Md+grizzle+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDF-zMYFZgQLZJcdzvsX1QFJogbRNwDHCAbx-yEBj1Q4UA74eSSVVBJFiY-BOez5RcwNCAQJxix1mYxGO8YIbGRx1MqjXYfhdyPBiFoGBFMeWLJfb4hB42NElztUQl8YabR3b9eYnEAbw/s640/Md+grizzle+1.jpg" width="480" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Leap of faith.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkMgKjBn_UbkiI6S0U6rNheWDt9qYDmqnaVRT0sE9ZAvVjQquou2lh5WS52NUOdi1z0jBlVRe3LGEFF_0bjxgDgzZ5u1O7Ejy4O3DEUsSjQydpBh1BSMx9gMLGXFI3pGykvIoROEjqwkQ/s1600/GF+meiji+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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＊A new year＊A new beginning＊

＊A new year＊A new beginning＊

2012 : A year of growing and a year of letting go. A year of becoming a better person but losing a big part of myself. 2013 : The first ye...

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Thanksgiving of Horses

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It had probably been 20 years since I rode a horse before last weekend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Credit and Blue</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I grew up around horses but didn't ever really get to know any of them.  </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had some bad experiences when I was younger that made me not trust them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These horses don't know me well either, I usually only say hi to them once when I'm around.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have read and heard that horses are really sensitive to human emotion.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Before I rode Credit I wanted to hang out with him for a little bit because I didn't want him to be scared or anxious about me riding.  While I was brushing him, at one point he nuzzled in my chest for a little bit and looked at me as if to say everything is going to be okay......  </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am sorry I waited so long to connect with these guys.  </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope I can hang out with them more in the spring.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj34xCNATgXgUWAfhk4rCcw3kkxepIMs0AoWy61PBzEDZF6-BWZaDo9iEhVyFRRtSAkoYw09r7877ZhFnvRluwibRXBN9GdKYaxMsHRMgprq4WvrjTdz1cxCkbhpQPG7QOQ9JXxV7BSiX8/s1600/Double+trouble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj34xCNATgXgUWAfhk4rCcw3kkxepIMs0AoWy61PBzEDZF6-BWZaDo9iEhVyFRRtSAkoYw09r7877ZhFnvRluwibRXBN9GdKYaxMsHRMgprq4WvrjTdz1cxCkbhpQPG7QOQ9JXxV7BSiX8/s640/Double+trouble.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkBLh1WrH6GOcflnW0rl8DHx1qKD1jgAyd6JbvRvw3ZndLTRn_lTKDOfvMhYxTPvzfPZzmG1XBY9Wpt3bJNzMx-0y_vljvoHdq1koQWKDTAy17C46PbabXLDQOH7oc5ZArWDW6RwpOzg/s640/Blurry+horse+ride..jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Loving Cafe with Z and S.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwV1EiacV3GIgvdgHVahU9hm9kzKlsG9pi7DKF7TwFfDDtyvLsKQgrbao5ZI6Q_BY9FJfxhNoTX0kboNEvB-X6W4Dgmy42qY_GWkmg-Su2Ew34noJLaDAH9yAOxeUnSdoh6K-X8KUR5M/s1600/Loving+cafe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwV1EiacV3GIgvdgHVahU9hm9kzKlsG9pi7DKF7TwFfDDtyvLsKQgrbao5ZI6Q_BY9FJfxhNoTX0kboNEvB-X6W4Dgmy42qY_GWkmg-Su2Ew34noJLaDAH9yAOxeUnSdoh6K-X8KUR5M/s640/Loving+cafe.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dad and his Deere.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">THIS is how you unload a bandsaw.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotmi9CeNq3zjwwRdDHoCGtZahhAhSL33xhATheJJKDdGQ_v_U9BpPeIMxyQ3VkZaIjg9WEcLpFCHH2WLAIYzwnbkfkuLxEa5HMvPU11UvYACZM7jyVDp2etHxiT0ftErtCPHdRySa_6A/s1600/Dad+and+john+deere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotmi9CeNq3zjwwRdDHoCGtZahhAhSL33xhATheJJKDdGQ_v_U9BpPeIMxyQ3VkZaIjg9WEcLpFCHH2WLAIYzwnbkfkuLxEa5HMvPU11UvYACZM7jyVDp2etHxiT0ftErtCPHdRySa_6A/s640/Dad+and+john+deere.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brake pad change with Happy dad.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzKuAPZfF1ZQ0EtTE1Sm3yDGW2j7zfptROcwVdbjj9wwOrSluA1AE7OLhfOFVcDPgKrGTIFzscW2e-vpM3ghI9wuYFppgjIMCRFEPCszzgIQa1wggeV0TQvKULClB3J5ZOcIpXf5ucMzE/s1600/New+brakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzKuAPZfF1ZQ0EtTE1Sm3yDGW2j7zfptROcwVdbjj9wwOrSluA1AE7OLhfOFVcDPgKrGTIFzscW2e-vpM3ghI9wuYFppgjIMCRFEPCszzgIQa1wggeV0TQvKULClB3J5ZOcIpXf5ucMzE/s640/New+brakes.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">.38 rounds in a 357.  Not bad?  I don't know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehpreN0WPi_8KjVLBkfc77kKnyvttUI6kIdr5AayzLYSIsIAvgybNULxb0LmClaeJJftbG3smktPUqAIWp4AfC7cScdtGIwzM7jqdhic0KXscHcK8wjHB9AygDFePzeDX9vQm7P1NSMQ/s1600/With+a+.38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehpreN0WPi_8KjVLBkfc77kKnyvttUI6kIdr5AayzLYSIsIAvgybNULxb0LmClaeJJftbG3smktPUqAIWp4AfC7cScdtGIwzM7jqdhic0KXscHcK8wjHB9AygDFePzeDX9vQm7P1NSMQ/s640/With+a+.38.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Last weekend seems like such a distant memory.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Re-living the nightmare.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Embracing the pain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Trying my best to stay strong for him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Losing myself in the sadness.</div>

Thanksgiving of Horses

Thanksgiving of Horses

It had probably been 20 years since I rode a horse before last weekend. Credit and Blue I grew up around horses but didn't ever really g...

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November 28th.

November 28th.

The day that could have been a life changer. Could have silenced the doubt and quieted the fears buried under the floorboards. Could have...

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Dark days.

<br /><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">  </div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I hope I made you feel less alone through this dark time in your life.  Even though I knew it would probably come to an end and you would cut me off again, it was the least I could do after putting your through what I did years ago.  I owe you so much more and can only dream of being able to get a chance to make it up to you.  </span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I am thankful I had one last chance to feel close to you, to hear your voice again. </span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Your warm embrace.  </span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I am grateful to have had the chance to let you know exactly how I felt and know that you understood and believed me.  </span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">To know that I did everything I could have possibly done.</span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Being able to talk to you lifted my spirits for a couple of days.  </span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Lifted the pain and made me feel lighter.  </span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Free again, almost like when we were together.  </span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I am no fool though, I saw it looming above.  </span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Casting it’s shadow the whole time. </span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Only you had the strength to lift it off of me for that short time.  </span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Some day I will be able to do move it on my own.  </span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div><div style="font: 13.0px Tahoma; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">But not today.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />

Dark days.

I hope I made you feel less alone through this dark time in your life. Even though I knew it would probably come to an end and you would...

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Daughter

Daughter

Love Home Exactly.

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Welcome to the Operating Room

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Only a few little things left to do.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mSGT9BI7doiN-YyjDzC0YOTYHLdLz0smgDxQUtDuVNJ4aNJx6OY2rWUpVp2dGIKCESr-5Srv9rx3AOwn1Q3LtDb92YdPP8GATo7SHvgZ9gK_Hi_5zJBqzsWJGy1WBDuBDnJxO3J1JEk/s1600/OR+view+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mSGT9BI7doiN-YyjDzC0YOTYHLdLz0smgDxQUtDuVNJ4aNJx6OY2rWUpVp2dGIKCESr-5Srv9rx3AOwn1Q3LtDb92YdPP8GATo7SHvgZ9gK_Hi_5zJBqzsWJGy1WBDuBDnJxO3J1JEk/s640/OR+view+1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Put up the hardboard art wall and cast iron stars last night.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAaAd2Q5r08JM-9ZTLkrmLa25TTYpVUAfw4fN3MgEVvPquN_nvw97vJrr9NrG3RPj5JYlFxm9eOYQQrDwSoo-TMLEQKWhM63tkWGOty3z248gRxqfe20KOaIn9tNPeMsHpGyIBwq_ipMU/s1600/OR+view+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAaAd2Q5r08JM-9ZTLkrmLa25TTYpVUAfw4fN3MgEVvPquN_nvw97vJrr9NrG3RPj5JYlFxm9eOYQQrDwSoo-TMLEQKWhM63tkWGOty3z248gRxqfe20KOaIn9tNPeMsHpGyIBwq_ipMU/s640/OR+view+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Moyou is all set up out here too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwYyPiFqVPxe-EMgt6TctOIm4ZMyTRC-7o-UkpI5AaRNoWd2tpEX6w2K4V5YmxG2mYf_9kHZ1e2Whz-kDIKGMtzh_MAYUfG4N-5Ba0X-PIT0mKj8Ng7cuGm94MHf95-VVtmHFoUx0x58/s1600/Moyou+OR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwYyPiFqVPxe-EMgt6TctOIm4ZMyTRC-7o-UkpI5AaRNoWd2tpEX6w2K4V5YmxG2mYf_9kHZ1e2Whz-kDIKGMtzh_MAYUfG4N-5Ba0X-PIT0mKj8Ng7cuGm94MHf95-VVtmHFoUx0x58/s640/Moyou+OR.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been hard to touch this space since she moved on.  </div><div style="text-align: center;">In a lot of ways this is a physical representation of what I did wrong in our relationship.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Too much focus on everything but her.  </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my last installment of grief.  </div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a struggle everyday.  The lump in my throat and knot in my stomach have set up permanent residence.  Letting go and moving on are two things my heart does not excel at.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you want to have it all, you have to let it all go.  </div><div style="text-align: center;">もう遅い。。</div><div style="text-align: center;">無理だ</div>

Welcome to the Operating Room

Welcome to the Operating Room

Only a few little things left to do. Put up the hardboard art wall and cast iron stars last night. Moyou is all set up out here too. It has ...

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Ramen Dinner

Ramen Dinner

Moyou looks soo bummed. Tried to make food tonight. Didn't taste right without you.

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Quotes to get you by

Quotes to get you by

Quotes to get you by

"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on." -Havelock Ellis Happy in new love, I am surely th...

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Care package.

<div style="text-align: center;">I have the best sister in the world.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you for trying to cheer me up when I am down.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I just wish I could eat the cookies....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5DQWTgyOlJrKAbiqrdgYImTQ79iiD6u2pegH9iMowtxzGonTS9Lt_jikun8G_DWfk2ZEzIJRjNhlSgN4hhMmI9wBP43JhUGKwa1mIw7ISIg7LxB5D3NXA1Cdre9NWgZ1_qrcZMTodZk/s1600/Amanda+care+package.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5DQWTgyOlJrKAbiqrdgYImTQ79iiD6u2pegH9iMowtxzGonTS9Lt_jikun8G_DWfk2ZEzIJRjNhlSgN4hhMmI9wBP43JhUGKwa1mIw7ISIg7LxB5D3NXA1Cdre9NWgZ1_qrcZMTodZk/s640/Amanda+care+package.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My nieces make me want kids.  </div><div style="text-align: center;">Now that will probably never happen.</div>

Care package.

I have the best sister in the world. Thank you for trying to cheer me up when I am down. I just wish I could eat the cookies.... My nieces m...

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Elephants

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Never forget.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKNvocGbA2RriJnCvIThPpop1OWFT_pBsYWO2Eqb_BJiAzvbVYiDr9kxqkBuOBusMcv3fLiih0b2DlIljMN_G5yhPYNL99c9iKd6rI3TSl1WdbNhFOqkTvd0fm6HKtJBor4ao0oXV8l8/s1600/Elephant+christina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKNvocGbA2RriJnCvIThPpop1OWFT_pBsYWO2Eqb_BJiAzvbVYiDr9kxqkBuOBusMcv3fLiih0b2DlIljMN_G5yhPYNL99c9iKd6rI3TSl1WdbNhFOqkTvd0fm6HKtJBor4ao0oXV8l8/s640/Elephant+christina.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">And</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"> I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">will always regret.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Each time I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">took her</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> for </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">granted</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Every time I raised my voice.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Every time I should have been giving her </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">flowers</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> and saying </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">I'm sorry</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Instead of running away.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">She gave me the only thing I ever </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">need</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">ed.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">The key to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">her heart</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">I didn't know what I had.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Until it was too late.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div>

Elephants

Never forget. And I will always regret. Each time I took her for granted . Every time I raised my voice. Every time I should have been giv...

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Sadness

<div style="text-align: center;">At night it creeps in like the cold through the cracks of my weathered front door.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Surrounding me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Consuming me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I miss her more each day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><a href="http://soundcloud.com/pvt/nightfall" style="color: white; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">http://soundcloud.com/pvt/nightfall</a></span></div><br />

Sadness

At night it creeps in like the cold through the cracks of my weathered front door. Surrounding me. Consuming me. I miss her more each day. ...

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Wrong mouth.

Wrong mouth.

Cathy! That dude on your left woke up. He is ready to put away the sports page. He has realized what he had sitting next to him. . . . .

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Never knew

Never knew

Pain

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Flatlands

Flatlands

I need your arms wrapped hard around me.

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Grief

<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Losing it.</span></span><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I will call this grief. Separation through death is not the only way we experience grief. Any event or incident that evokes disappointment, pain and hurt can result in grief.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Separation through moving away can grieve people as deeply as separation through death. It can often worsen because the lost object is still around, making it difficult for the grief victim to put a closure to the painful experience. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">One loss nearly everyone knows is the loss of a relationship. This may involve friends, colleagues or lovers. Even in an illicit relationship that has come to an end, a loss is experienced. In fact, when we lose a person, we often lose the friends and acquaintances (including family members) associated with that person. What follows is often a sense of emptiness, and trying to fill the vacuum can be insurmountable. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Any loss that causes some form of upheaval in life evokes grief. But the intensity of grief varies, with minor upheavals causing transient feelings of disappointment and major upheavals causing pain which can continue for a long, long time. Severe grief can also lead to psychiatric illness, especially when the victim cannot cope with the experience or when the emotions seem overwhelming. </span></span><br /><br /><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">The grieving process</span></span></b><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">The first thing we need to realize is that grief is a normal response to a painful event. It is irrelevant whether the loss evolves around things, people, events, time, youth, self esteem or identity. What matters is the realization that a chain of reactions and responses follows every loss and this is called a grief reaction. There is nothing we can do about it. The more we try to resist or deny the reaction, the more we struggle with our recovery. The five stages of grief are:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Denial, anger, depression, bargaining, acceptance or resolution.</span></span><br /><br /><b><u><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Denial</span></span></u></b><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">It does not matter whether the loss was anticipated or not, the immediate response is shock. Just as the body goes into shock after a serious injury, the mind and spirit go into shock after an emotional blow. Following the shock there is a sense of disbelief and numbness. This is an experience of denial. It is natural for us to denial a reality that we are not ready to accept. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">It is important for the grieving person in any circumstances not to continue in denial indefinitely. <b>It becomes critical at some point to face reality.</b> The key to breaking through the wall of denials is time and the opportunity to talk about the grief as well as the permission to cry. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Persons still suffering from denial or prolonged shocks are also capable of making rash or inappropriate decisions.  It is an impulsive decision and usually worsens the situation. </span></span><br /><br /><b><u><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Anger</span></span></u></b><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">The roller coaster of emotions that follows denial includes being angry. It seems so natural to be angry when you lose something and cannot find it back. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">The problem with anger is that it can be destructive. It can run into bitter resentment and lead the grief victim into all kinds of self destruction behavior and physical hostility towards others or himself. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Anger is an integral part of normal grieving or loss and accepting that we can feel angry and expressing this emotion appropriately is so important if we are to overcome grief. Denying will not make it disappear. We need to learn that feeling angry is just like feeling sad, or glad or even bad. They pop in and out of our minds all the time. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Closely related to anger is the feeling of <b>guilt</b>. These feelings of guilt arise from something which we did or said but wished we had not. Feelings of guilt are the hallmark of the grief process not to be obsessed with them would inevitably slow down recovery as well as generate lots of anger on things that cannot be changed.</span></span><br /><br /><b><u><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Depression</span></span></u></b><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">It is important to understand that while you are grieving you will inevitably feel sad, and <b>everything seems pointless</b>. Painful memories linger on your mind and make you sadder. But you need to come to realization that accepting the loss is the only way out and it is time to redirect your energies towards the future. </span></span><br /><br /><b><u><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Bargaining</span></span></u></b><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">This is the next stage of the process. It can be seen as an attempt, albeit a desperate one, to be in control. To want things as they were, to push back the clock. Bargaining is not all bad for a while. It is protective in that we do not have to face reality when we are not ready. It gives us a sense of being in control temporarily. </span></span><br /><br /><b><u><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Acceptance or resolution</span></span></u></b><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">This is the last stage of grief. All that has gone on before, propels the griever into the final stage of acceptance. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Acceptance is not a stage in which we stick our heads into the sand and act as if nothing has happened. If we refuse to accept things, we will get stuck in the grief process itself. It becomes toxic. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Acceptance requires great amount of courage to accept things that cannot be changed, to let go of the pain, to trust that healing will eventually come and to have a desire to rejoin life again. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">How do we work through the journey of grief? We arrive at our destination which is acceptance….</span></span>

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