The memories are as vivid as black and white, as stark as night and day, and as real as skin and bone.
I don’t remember my grade school teachers, but I remember the horses that were in our pasture. Like pencil marks on the door frame, I measured my height against their shoulders to guess my age by how tall I was standing beside them.
There was a musky sweat and dander smell, even before I was as tall as the top of their legs. I can see my tiny palm resting flat on their necks as they grazed. The grass was so new and sweet that I nibbled along, a few blades at a time.
I knew we were friends because when we walked together they were careful to keep their heads very low, just level with mine so we could hear each other.
They taught me how it works: You have to let your heart be soft. You have to let your love be just an inch bigger than your fear.
Bless my ghost herd; the value of their individual lives is affirmed by the vivid quality of the memory they left with me.
Anna Blake, Infinity Farm.
WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo- I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. My photos are taken with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high tech.
