A bridge to the island….was the metier and manner of what became a life, how things arrived and the way inspiration would rootimagination to plant feet ﬁrely in the air. introducing someone to someone, an idea to a cause, a purpose to a view and the raison d’être for just about everything that evolved as— direction.
There is a joy in sharing… knowledge, people and what you love. ~
“All nature is but art unknown to thee, all direction, chance, which thou canst not see…”
This was the path to follow, the light that shone, the arrow that breathes a direction to every pulse. When you know you are cared for by destiny, there is no mis-step; only an experience telling you to change maps or boots.
I could have missed it—horses, knowing them, experiencing their wisdom and heart..