How about this...

God sleeps in the minerals, awakens in plants, walks in animals, and thinks in man. 
Arthur Young 

I had a woman on my carriage recently who was a medium from Montreal. She has her own television show in Buffalo, NY and she and her male companion seemed very in touch with 'the other side'. I told her my husband's father died many years ago and she claimed that his soul was on my carriage, that s

he had goose bumps from it. She said that whenever you mention people who have passed, that it's like you are calling them on a phone and that they show up immediately. She also said that if you want a sign that the spirit you want to talk to is around, that people who have died have easy access to electronics and can easily mess around with electronic devices. I told her I would email her when I got home so she could include me in her prayer circle. You can never have too many people praying for you, right? Then I went home and my computer was completely frozen and stayed that way for the rest of the night. The next morning, I had Internet service like nothing happened. But I started wondering about Miss Medium. Isn't it easy to say you know a lot about something no one can prove is there? If she says that spirits act a certain way, I have no idea if she is right or wrong. How does she know if she is right or wrong? To be an expert in subjective experience- isn't everybody's experience going to be different? I stand by the contention I had before she got on my carriage- if there are spirits on the other side and they can or want to communicate with us/me, how about no? How about ya'll stay where you are and I'll stay where I am? How about I choose not to experience any form poltergeist in this or any other lifetime and that it would be best to leave well enough alone? Except, obviously, if some spirit wants to pass along the winning Powerball numbers to me, that I am okay with. Other than that, death is the final act of life, is in fact, a part of the action of life but I am ensconced in Life and can generate most of what I need/want on this plane and in this world. Except the dang Powerball numbers. They have proven elusive.

We Met in Memphis

Will you leave me a comment and let me know you were here? I don't mind blogging into the cybersphere but I have a feeling some people who say they are going to check out this blog actually do. But I have no way of knowing and as a Chinese Astrology Dog Sign, I am very curious, by nature. I must know. Join in on my blog (or visit me on Facebook under Horses IntheCity). You being here likely means we met in Memphis. If you were not sent to read my darling blog by a fan, then you either asked me how much a carriage ride was or else rode with me. If you rode with me, we likely talked and joked and likely talked about horses. So, say "Hi!" and that your day was enhanced in some way, per chance, by what I am doing here. Peace and Be Well!

So, you're Amish, huh?

A: So, you're Amish, huh?
B: Yes.
A: What brings you to Downtown Memphis?
B: We took a wrong turn. I shod your horse, though, about three weeks ago. Is she still picking her feet up with no trouble?
A: She is. So, are you going to ditch all you've ever known and star in a reality tv show on cable about you living in the standard, profane, modern world we all call home?
B: No.
A:Want a carriage ride?
B: (to himself: Really?) (to me): No.
A: Is it weird for you to walk around our society when you live so far outside of it?
B: No.
A: You ever miss zippers?
B: No.
A: Do you ever crave distraction?
B: No.
A: Do you ever crave modern conveniences and technology?
B: No.
A: Alright, then, nice talking with you. Have a good one!
B: Thanks. You as well.

The Need To Talk

Paying to hear me,
to be in my presence.
Should I try
to get to know you,
down-home style?
What if you don't
like me and I take it 
personally not financially?

Whatever. What if
I talk and no one listens?
Or if you don't
like the way I talk?
What I say?
I tend to enjoy
talking
for
money.

Aussies in Memphis

I enjoyed an hour ride recently with four women from Australia. I was happy that one of the 800 people who accepted my business card last weekend and swore to call for a ride actually did! This ride was one of the more fashionable I've had as all four women, two mothers and two daughters, were dressed in what I would call Artist Wear- the type of stuff I see artists wear when they are dressing up, long flowy skirts, bright colors, cool hats. One of the Aussies and I chatted about astrology (my husband is a Leo with a moon in Scorpio, I am a Scorpio with a moon in Leo), about mothers and about my boss. I told her how I consider my boss to be the best boss I've ever had, but I've never told her that. My ride told me that life is too short to not tell people positive things that you feel about them and they are right. I will let my boss know how I feel; I have been inspired! We all talked about accents and how the average Aussie does not appreciate having their accent mistaken for a Brit as,"We hate the Monarchy!" The ride ended before I could dig deeper  but this ride made laboring on Labor Day more fun than work!

4: 51 Monday, Labor Day, 2012

1. Couple of Minutes on the Carriage

   My dog growls, I say hush. Dog noses under my arm as I see the sun on my black boot. A black man walks by, alone, a huge pick-up rambles by. A fly intereferes in my personal space. A carriage pulls up next to me, a line of cars is moving towards Downtown. "In!", a driver calls to a horse. A ride is solicited and chatting occurs. A white woman in blue walks by at...

   the same time as a loud motorcycle. Hardly a cloud in the blue sky. Folks walk away from a carriage without choosing to ride. Clyde stomps his foot, then does it again. Movement all around me, drivers talk to each other. My energy is all off, kind of stressed. I stick my steel-cased pen in my mouth and click it once on my tooth. Another black man walks by, alone. Duck revelers trickle out. Keys jingle, tourists from somewhere walk by. I give other tourists directions. I hear,"Is Rondevoose down here?"