Life is a roller coaster ride. The greatest moments of joy can be followed up by the huge depths of tragedy. Sparrow has not only been my symbol of tragedy, but my symbol of confidence, trust, vulnerability, love, heartache, fear, and never giving up. After rising through a pretty rough season in my life through the help of a good friend, I lost him. Death is never easy. Neither is grief. Sparrow was my journey through both. He gave me the challenges I've needed to not just know how strong I can be, but believe how strong I can be. We have both had to earn each other's trust. There are times when one or the another falls short. The learning we have done together is beyond measure.
Sparrow was tall, dark, and handsome. All things that were certain requirements I had. He also came with his own share of baggage. His race history was short. The emotional toll the experience took on him was long. Since it's going on eight years since I met Sparrow, I'm sure I don't have all the details of the story as accurate anymore. The short of it is that he was mistreated by a family racing farm until the wives got involved and intervened to save him. I try not to think too much about the things that could have happened to him. I'm aware of the result of those things, certain fears, certain aversions. Sparrow is a barn favorite. There aren't too many that pass by Sparrow without being drawn to something about him. You just have a sense to he feels what you are feeling. He understands. He feels things too. He's taught me more things than I'm sure I know.
Fear can be big. It's amazing how much bigger fear can get. Having the opportunity to fly through the air on the back of a horse constantly challenges my fears. Those photos represent both ups and downs of our journey to face fear. It's about the relationship you have with fear.
Sparrow was tall, dark, and handsome. All things that were certain requirements I had. He also came with his own share of baggage. His race history was short. The emotional toll the experience took on him was long. Since it's going on eight years since I met Sparrow, I'm sure I don't have all the details of the story as accurate anymore. The short of it is that he was mistreated by a family racing farm until the wives got involved and intervened to save him. I try not to think too much about the things that could have happened to him. I'm aware of the result of those things, certain fears, certain aversions. Sparrow is a barn favorite. There aren't too many that pass by Sparrow without being drawn to something about him. You just have a sense to he feels what you are feeling. He understands. He feels things too. He's taught me more things than I'm sure I know.
Fear can be big. It's amazing how much bigger fear can get. Having the opportunity to fly through the air on the back of a horse constantly challenges my fears. Those photos represent both ups and downs of our journey to face fear. It's about the relationship you have with fear.
