Grieving. After yesterday’s loss of Jazzbo – who joined so very many other of my ‘kids’ in the Great Herd – I got to thinking a little about the grieving process. My grieving process. Without going into detail, I’ve had loved ones die since I was 12 years old. That’s over sixty years of forever losses. The early ones were …
THE BALLAD OF JAZZ
Jazz. I called him Jazzbo. If I could be Jimbo, he could be Jazzbo. Paint horse. A beautiful paint horse with one of the most striking tails I’ve ever seen – several colors all melded together & flowing nearly to the ground. He came to us a whole bunch of years ago – maybe 14 or 15? He had a …
GAWAIN
Walking in opposite directions, an elder & a young man came upon one another on a forest glen path one morning. In passing, the elder noticed that the young man was seemingly distraught, looking downtrodden & with a worried look upon his face. And, although the elder had nodded & smiled at the young man in greeting, the young man …
