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Saturday, November 17, 2012

black beauty and the boy


Do you know if black beauty was male or female?  I have no idea, but the black beauty that I know and who I hung out with while I was at home a month ago, is very much a massive, beautiful, manly horse.  I have mentioned him, and the sweet boy I was with, in my writing before.  I am a bit obsessed with the two.  My camera will happily tell you of the 2000 or more photos I have subjected it to on these subjects.  Both black beauty and the boy act like little kids and are the cutest things I have seen in a long time. 

Black beauty, or ‘Merlin’ as everyone else calls him, has a wild, black mane which hangs, tangled with a hint of dreadlock, down over his black eyes.  He is a giant; but mostly all he wants to do is eat and cuddle.  If it were physically possible he would curl up onto your lap and nuzzle his nose under your arm, looking up at you with his gentle, sweet eyes and he’d be happy.

The boy calls him “merwin” and, along with making clickety-clack noises (which he learned from his pa) he repeats the name over and over and over and over.  Until you show him a picture of a horse.  Really, all day long he will make the horse galloping noises…insanely cute until you want him to stop.

On the Saturday before I flew back to Germany, my brother and jai put the boy onto one of their horses for the first time.  We were all gathered at my dad’s for his birthday, in the beautiful, rolling foothills of the Rockies and there sat the boy on a real live horse, with the biggest grin on his face.  Stepmum led cal (merlin’s smaller buddy), while my bro held onto the boy, and they walked around and around and around.  Cal could not hide his boredom, and was not quite as taken with the event as all the adults gathered around snapping photos.

Someday, I can imagine my bro and the boy, out for a ride together through the fields and bushes; maybe on merwin, maybe not.  But, some black beauty I’m sure it will be.  The boy has some horsey love in his blood that’s for sure…like pa, like son. I hope he never stops making those horsey noises, but I guess it won’t make him the most popular kid when he hits school. I, for one, could only handle hearing him making those sounds, oh I think, every single day. Clickety-clack, clickety-clack.

Here, a quote I hope to live by (with God’s grace)…or at least try to:

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
~Rainer Maria Rilke

P.S. I sure will miss the fact that Danielle won’t be responding to this quote…which, if she were still alive, she would’ve done.  I miss you girl.  Danielle Oberle (1967-2012)



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