Over again

I am so glad I've started my life over again. To be given a crack at happiness is like having been imprisoned for millenia and finally having your chains fall away.
Away.
Away is where I moved to, after a short good-bye to a life filled with strife. Those days are simply unpleasant memories, never forgotten but vestigial. Seldom ever do people recognize a second chance until it is far too late to act on the offer.
I was lucky.
In starting over again, I have experienced no pain post partum. All membranes of attachment have been dissolved, and I have been able to live free and happy. I am no longer a refugee from life.
I am alive.

Brave Heart

It's official: I'm getting a horse! This is Life Goal Number One for me, and I'm finally accomplishing it. His name is Brave Heart; I plan on calling him "Willie," after William Wallace, the real Brave Heart. He's AMHA reg, and isn't even a yearling, which is fantastic for me as a trainer. He should mature to be around 31 inches tall with perfect conformation. He'll be new "breed standard" blood on PEI, and to top it all off, he is not related to any minis on the island.


Unlike with Cheyenne, who I had minimal contact with until 2008, I'll be able to start this guy young. I expect him to respect boundaries, turn to the left first, walk, trot, and back up before we start anything really intensive. No jumping until he's three, no cart until he's two and a half, and no breeding until he's three. This will give him time to grow and mature until he is physically and mentally capable of accomplishing these things. We'll be turning him out with the rest of the herd until he's one, and then we'll separate him and put him with Monty. I am so very excited; I have many hopes and dreams for this little guy, and I'm confident he can live up to them.

I shall call him Willie and he shall be mine and he shall be my Willie.