I haven’t written since Beau.
Well, a couple bursts of Facebook posts here and there, but this is the first time I’ve come back to this place I love so much.
That horse did something to my heart.
It’s only been a month since he died but it seems like a year and then at night, when I wake up for my normal 3 a.m. insomnia check…it’s last week all over again.
As with any death I suppose, I think of “if only”. If only we would’ve caught it sooner. If only we would’ve known he was compromised. If only we would’ve…
And I go round and round and while I know a horse is a horse and not a human, I still grieve. We are still quiet when we speak of him.
But I know this:
Life is fragile and life is precious and sometimes life is too short. But life is a joy and a push and an embrace and sometimes you have to pause but you can never stop.
So I’m here.
I’m here and I’m yearning to write and my heart spills over now with words needing saying and letters needing typed, and this is where I want to be.
Because when God put a pen in the heart, there’s never any stopping it.
There might be a pause.
But today, again, I write.
A word-stringer might slow and her tears might flow, and her words might cease, and her heart might twist…
but after it all settles and that grief smooths some…
a writer will write.
My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king…Psalm 45:1