The state of our union - my thoughts

Without getting too deeply into political party issues here, I suspect many of us are feeling overwhelmed with the results of the recent election in one way or another. I went on hiatus from Facebook for most of the fall because I became so tired of reading posts which said:

If you plan to vote for Trump (or Hillary) unfriend me now.

My Facebook friends list includes people from many backgrounds and religions and political parties. While I don't agree with any of them about EVERYthing, and in some cases ANYthing, they are on my friends list because in some way or other we share a connection. Some of the people I disagree with about politics are the people who would be at my door in a moment's notice if I needed them to help with my horses. Some of the people I most agree with would never lift a finger to help me or anyone else. It would never occur to me to tell any of them to unfriend me because they believe something different. (Abuse of children or animals is the one thing I can't tolerate)

If someone's BEHAVIOR or posts on Facebook are so out of line with my beliefs that I can't tolerate it, I would proceed to unfriend them myself and not take the passive-aggressive path of posting that all such people should unfriend ME.

We all have to move forward from what has been a stressful and difficult campaign season. We have to move forward now. I think the way we have to proceed is this:

We are all people who live in this country.

We all have the ability to change our personal behavior and examine our perspectives on things we do not understand or believe. 

We live in neighborhoods and communities and we can focus some of our energy on being good people in those contexts.

We can choose to put energy and hours into causes we believe in. Volunteering is a great thing. It's DOING something. Writing daily posts on Facebook bashing other people does nothing productive. Calling people idiots because they supported a different political candidate doesn't add anything productive to a conversation.

Let's all commit to finding something we can do that matters - to us, to someone else, to animals, to the environment, to a group of people who need our advocacy and voice. 

And above all, we have to get in touch with our own shadows, our own baggage, and our own journeys to be the kind of people we want to be in this world. If we take care of how we act and react, if we aim to be good to the people we meet in our daily lives, and stand up for others when they cross our paths and need our help, that will make a big difference in the world. Maybe the biggest difference of all. 

Weekending with kindred spirits

This past weekend I attended the North Carolina Writers' Network fall conference in Raleigh and had a fabulous time attending workshops, a master class in subtext in fiction, and the best part, talking and spending time with bunches of kindred spirits: my fellow writers.

Writing can be a solitary venture. We spend time, if not necessarily alone in offices or rooms, with our faces and minds deep in the screen of whatever device we use to write down our words. Even a yellow legal pad and a blue ballpoint pen pulls us in so we aren't really present with the people around us. 

Add to that the fact that serious writing is a lifestyle, a long-term journey, and an endeavor that often involves rejection many times over before there is acceptance and fanfare, if there ever is that. But anyone who keeps writing does it because they have to, not for the reward of publication or recognition or fame.

So imagine a conference full of writers, all having so much to say that so many of their friends and families don't really "get" - there was a constant buzz of conversation in between the workshops. In the halls and bathrooms and at the bar, by the coffee tables and in the banquet room, around the book tables, everywhere.

The long hallway that stretched outside the meeting rooms was lined with booksellers and their wares. Literary journals, novels, books of poetry, nonfiction work. Browsing, talking, bumping into writers one knows, writers one is just meeting. It was a lot of fun.

In addition to the master class I learned about the problem of plot in nonfiction and uncovering emotion in characters. Met Rita Mae Brown's agent and listened to Margaret Maron talk and Shelby Stephenson sing and read from his evocative poetry. It was inspiring. 

North Carolina is known as "the writingest state." NCWN hosts annual conferences in the spring and the fall and also a summer residency workshop each year. Come join us! 

starting the weekend early

Oh, wait, every day is a weekend for Pippin. 

A good ride on the Big Bay

It was warm this afternoon and there were flies and two donkeys wedged themselves between me and Keil and the mounting block but I got on and away we went. Keil and I haven't had a ride since JUNE. I wondered how it would go. Would he be off or disgruntled after so much time or would I be off and uneasy in the saddle?

None of that happened. Keil Bay walked and trotted and I was relaxed with no tight places and Redford donkey went along with us for most of the ride, a little shadow on the inside. The oak tree at F is starting to turn red, in the same spots it always does. The afternoon sun went low in the sky so that as we came around to K we rode directly into the light. Beneath the oak tree at H the leaves this time of year tend to collect, and Keil crunched through them like he was wading through a stream. 

Oh, it was good to be riding him again.

I still don't know how I got so lucky to find the Big Bay. Four months off and not a single issue today. He got two peppermints at the end of the ride and marched to the feed room door when I opened the arena gate and sent him on. He waited for me there and didn't even fuss when he stuck his head in for another peppermint and I gave him his dewormer gel! It was apple flavor but still - what a horse. 

Later when I went to get Cody for his dewormer dose he stood and sniffed it and said, hmmm, no thanks, and politely went from standing still to a big canter through the barn and out the other side where he kicked out his front leg and tossed his head. I think he's ready to get back into work too. 

There's nothing better than standing in the barn aisle cleaning Keil's bridle after a ride and hearing his  hoofbeats as he saunters past, touching me with his nose before he heads out to graze. This is November. Happy days.

a rainbow room where I sometimes write