I sit here quietly. And as I close my eyes, I feel my heart jump and then it begins to race.
Something in me begins to stir.
Its an old but familiar feeling. I can feel the thrushing movement of a galloping stud next to me. I feel him as he stomps the ground and throws back his head profusely begging me to climb on. So I do.... I feel his every movement beneath my thighs. My fingers intertwined in his hair as we run with no idea as to where we'll stop. I watch as the clouds come in and the warm rain begins to fall . I lay back on the stallion and let my arms hang as the rain washes my face. The smell of fresh water and pines filter through the air. I grab my horse again as we head to an old willow tree whose branches nearly touch the ground. We stop to rest under the old trees shelter. I lay there thinking of the freedom I feel. The tranquilty of the day, the secrets the world will tell if you just listen. Dusk begins to set in as we are off again trotting next to the river. I can see my reflection and that of the dark pink hues above me as they fight to hold on to the sky before the stars set in. I feel the warm breeze behind me pushing me home. I hear the wind wistling through the old willow as if he was saying good bye to me.
I open my eyes feeling the untamed spirit within me. That of a coyote always on the go, and that of a bird who flys high above the mountain peaks looking down on Gods creation. There,... a wild river inside my heart that races over jagged rocks and rushes through crystal clear rapids.
"LIfe is a Run away Train you cant wait to jump on"
And its so true. I want to enjoy every aspect of this world. The freedom that lies in it and every untouched, unexplainable adventure.
I cant wait to make love in the rain of a thunder storm, or travel the back country. To carve our initials in every tree in the forest,...To pack up, get in the car and drive, and to stop somewhere weve never been somewhere we know no one. And to start over,....
I love to look into to my husbands eyes, see the fire, and wildness we both harbor. The chase is the best part....And when he catches me and wraps his arms around me and looks at me as though it was the first time hes ever seen me. I get lost every time he does.
My heart beats wild within me as I think of running through a field of wild flowers. Of just geting up and going. Theres so much undiscovered territory out there, so many adventures calling out to me.
God has blessed me with the same wild spirit that runs in the blood of those before me.
And this untamed spirit I hope to pass on. The knowledge of beauty, of art, of passion.
The purpose of love, ...
As I sit here and dream of the years left to come and the experiences left to have.... I am thankful. Thankful God allowed me to go down the path I went, and to learn what Ive learned. It is those years that I will never forget. Those years that made me who I am.
It is the experiences Ive had and the survival insticts that allowed to face every chance and let my hair down and my arms spread open to the world. I will alway invision myself atop the wild horse with the untames spirit that we share. And some day when my children are grown, I will open the door that continues to knock....and I will again embrace the heart stopping adventure I once knew,..... Until then, I can only dream and blog about the fire that burns inside of me, beging to be set free......
God gave me an Untamable Spirit, and a Need for adventure.
Sincerely,.......Miranda~
