Babe the Blue Ox

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For those of you who joined me during Napowrimo and may be wondering what my muse has been up to.

The myth is the public dream, the dream the private myth.
Joseph Campbell

Paul Bunyan seduced me
rode his blue ox right up
brought his idiot twin
(we all have one)
he brought me deep
fried turkey and sent his
brother away(banishing his id-
iocy)to gain access to me
The animal was malformed,
slathered lurid yellow
mustard– I ate some
dangerous peace offering

He convinced me to take
a bath with him, his body
was beautiful, mine was
not. But it was late and for
once in my life I thought
of someone else first.
I sighed,
“He is coming, and even if
this were what I wanted
I would never want this
as the provision of
our last supper”

My Kingdom for a Horse

An excerpt from my upcoming memoir

When I turned thirty I figured I had better decide what I wanted to do with my life. At the time I was working in an art gallery and making art. My life was good, but I was not satisfied. I knew there was something missing, actually, there were many things missing but I knew what I really needed was that thing that Joseph Campbell calls “your Bliss”. In my heart, for years, I had known it was horses. It is embarrassing to admit that your greatest ambition in life is to have a horse. Other people’s goals and dreams seem loftier, less selfish, more terrific. At thirty I finally fully embraced my purpose, I just wanted a pony.

I’d had a horse when I was a little girl. My relationship with my pony Bobablu, was one of the most influential of my childhood. To mount bareback an 800 lb. animal and run at full speed into the wild makes a profound impact an eight year old girl. He made me strong and brave, he trusted me, and I trusted him. He forgave my errors and was comforting. I loved him, the love was real, it took me a long time to have love like that again. True love.

Owning a horse is not as simple as it may sound. Continue reading