i've been thinking a lot lately about why we do, what we do. why we love, what we love. why we fight for, what we fight for.
is there a correlation between my "crazy" over public eduction and the fact that my mom and grandma were both school teachers? (and my mom has gone on to write policy for the government?) my grandfather started a rural school to ensure the children growing up on farms were getting the education they needed.
i have an overwhelming need for open space. prairie sky. but ocean works as well. the horizon in view.
E wants to be a photographer. she has always had a good eye, and paid careful attention to composition and detail.
K wants to work with horses. oh horses...
this horse love that has become part of our lives.
i was going through one of my paternal grandmother's photo albums this week and came across pages and pages of horses. on the backs of some, the horses names. "Pride". "Jumper". "Kate". so much part of my parents' lives. not though, of mine. (remember when it started...)
"Pride - the horse favorite of Bartley farm"
what genes trickled through us all to take us where we are?
read: Genius, Genes and Gusto: How Passions Find You
my mom's family, farm-life and horses remembered in part, here