Shakespeare, age four, comes homes … March 17, 2006
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Twelve is a popular number in cycles.
The 12 months of the year.
The 12 signs of the Zodiac.
The 12-year cycle in Chinese astrology … and on.
Today marks the 12th anniversary of the day Shakespeare trotted into my life. This day does, I feel, mark the end of an important personal cycle. As I contemplate movement forward in my life I must make room and allow the past to be the past.
Shakespeare was a change agent. He was a catalyst for self-awareness and made me a better person because of it. Taught me to stand up and be counted. Taught me to open my heart. Taught me I had a voice and that I needed to use it.
He was my comic Shakespeare. My little leprechaun who even now teases my memory bringing laughter and tears and joy.
To mark the end of this 12-year cycle I have started to build a cairn in his memory at the highest point on the farm. My monument to him and his great spirit and everything he meant to me.
And so, life goes on.
Shakespeare will always be my lucky charm.
Shakespeare, age 15
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Nurture what you love …
Dorothy
Horse Mom
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Wonderfully said
Thank you 😊❤️️🍀
A beautiful tribute to your sweet friend.
Thank you ❤️️😊🍀
I like the idea of this tribute.
So do I. It came out of the blue. I trust those. It’s like he’s told me what he wants. Every time I go to this place I add a rock. An act of reverence and remembering. 💖🐴
Yes! How wonderful!
I love visiting your beautiful site, but haven’t in awhile.I always enjoyed reading and seeing what Bear was up to. Last night I couldn’t write a reply, I was too emotional and upset learning about Bear. Yours words here and on your other sites expressing your loss is so lovely and I felt them deeply. Hugs to you dear lady – hold his memory in your heart and continue to express his spirit in your words for yourself – and for us.
Thank you for your kindness and for caring, Sheila. Bear’s loss has, indeed, been really difficult, however I’m endeavoring to “let go and let be” as he admonished just before he left, and to honour his memory by living the many beautiful lessons he taught me. There will never be another Bear, nor would I want there to be. He was, and will always be, one in a million. …
In the meantime, I’m looking forward to getting back in the swing of this blog. I was on hiatus for a while sorting through some “stuff” which drained the creative juices, but am back and plan to post more regularly again. Hope you will continue to visit and enjoy the beauty that is the horse. … Be well, and thanks again for sharing your heart … Dorothy