do you know me by now?
i know that some of you who read this are my dear old friends.
some from tourism.
some from other times in my life who are dear good friends.
maybe even my small family. or even my neighbors.
but some of you who are new to the peanut . . .
surely too have had a glimpse into my soul by now.
i hide very little. LOL!
sigh. i always wanted to be the mysterious one.
never could pull it off.
what you may have guessed by now . . .
other than that i don’t like capital letters.
and that i like little dots instead of commas for pauses . . .
what you surely have guessed is that i live in my own world.
it’s a world that is more beautiful than the real one.
it’s inhabited by the ancient ones. the ones who maybe could
fly. who bathed in dew. who lived under mushrooms to keep out
i can’t help it. i love that world. it kept a little girl . . . the new girl
from being lonely. it made things that were forever new and somehow
frightening to a little person . . . well . . . it made it better.
so now. i don’t know where the enchanted me and the real me come
together. they both kind of overlap.
it’s nothing i try to hide. it just is.
which brings me to the arabian’s eye.
it was many years ago.
i was at the state fair. i still worked for tourism then.
we had to work a booth in one of the buildings.
you know . . . hand out literature about oklahoma.
on my lunch break i was able to go visit one of my favorite places.
the horse barns in the agricultural building.
now jim reed was an excellent horseman. as i think i mentioned in
a previous post. and at first, before we began moving so much to
further his career (every move came with a promotion) in those days. . .
we had a horse. or two. or at one time, three.
they are expensive to own. but they were special in our lives for awhile.
they are magnificient creatures.
oklahoma is quarter horse country. ranch after ranch with the typical
beautiful white fencing that is also popular in kentucky and virginia.
so at the state fair . . .
i was just walking quietly along by myself.
the building was pleasantly cool and empty of people.
it was lunchtime, after all.
i was walking up and down the paved pathway between the makeshift
stalls, admiring the horses. . . all colors . . . most of them quarter. . .
some appaloosa . . . some little paints . . . palominos . . .
just walking . . . admiring them all . . .
smelling the sweet clean hay and general odors of an animal barn . . . and
i stopped in my tracks.
there he was.
standing as still as a statue. . .
the silvery white arabian.
he was simply standing there. resting.
he was watching me.
he was magnificent. he fairly took my breath away.
there was a short, flimsy little fence between us.
he stood at least 15 and a half hands high.
he had no saddle on. no bridle.
i said “hello.” barely audible. soft and soothing.
his eye that i was looking into was a black as the darkest night.
i saw me in his huge eye.
i said “you know you are beautiful . . . don’t you.”
it was not a question. it was a statement of fact.
he nodded his head. “i know.”
ever so lightly. ever so slowly.
he expelled breath.
i didn’t try to reach out and touch him.
i simply stood with him.
tears came to my eyes at his incredible beauty.
i don’t know how long i stared into his eye and he offered his
reflection of my own. it was the single most magical feeling i’ve
ever had with the spirit of such an animal.
i knew him. and he knew me.
kindred spirits of a timeless time. ancient time.
finally. i whispered to him that i had to leave.
once again the giant head nodded.
i reached out.
the top of his nose was silver velvet.
and that was the arabian’s eye.