The trail up to the Westpoint Inn on Mt. Tamalpais is astonishingly beautiful, my skill on a horse apparent. Familial history comes to life as I round the double ox bow and stop at the "station". Something happened to me on that ride. Something ethereal, secret, unknowable, unconscious.
Understanding the wonder of that ride, trying express myself, I can't know. Saddle sore, overwhelmed, ecstatic, exhausted and elated.
I have these words, but truthfully I can only tell it in Photos.
Photos I took while holding up the whole group, not caring; desperately needing visual memories.
Thank you, Misty, for freedom from ancient grief and shame.
1 comment:
Looks like a gorgeous day and everyone staying ON the trail is a good good thing!
No words to describe...I understand that.
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