Is it bad that I find the smell of horses so comforting?
Some more awesome show jumping pictures. photo cred goes to action taken
I repeated this like a mantra when Airy died, I have returned to it for Darwin. It doesn’t make me feel better but the cadence keeps me breathing instead of gasping like a fish out of water.
As soon as I remember he’s gone I remember Airy’s gone and my lungs forget how to breath.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.