This little ice sculpture in a window box on Front Street stopped me in my tracks yesterday afternoon. I was taking a break from working in my studio, feeling traumatized and tired from the night before. I saw the hummingbird first...and took my camera out of my bag and snapped a few pictures. When downloading these images this morning, I saw the centaur...I thought of last week's Promise...
I thought of the woman who checked us in at the ER Tuesday night...
She was wearing an enamel horse pin, and she told me about her business, Healing Horses, and invited me to bring Lisbeth out for a visit sometime soon. She said, "She doesn't have to get on a horse right away or even at all, if she doesn't want to. She can just enjoy being there with the horses - maybe help to feed and brush them. It does folks good just to be around the horses, out in the fresh air." I asked her if she has an all white horse, thinking that Lisbeth would love to see a horse that matches her kitty, Milkweed. She said, "Yes, in fact we do. He's an old Arabian that we rescued. His name is Trooper," and she gave me her card.
Yesterday morning I told Lisbeth's house manager that I would like to start taking Lisbeth to this horse farm.
Thoughts of guardians and angels...
When I open my eyes, when I pay attention, I see that they are all around me...
I know not why, but my morning glories, the warmth of this morning's sun, the crickets' song, and the early September light, all bring to mind the work of 
