High Horse, Low Horse

Dear Diary,

There is a farm down the road from me that boards horses.  I go by it everyday on my way to town.  I enjoy stopping to look at the horses from time to time.  Horses were a bit of passion of mine back in the day.

There was a stable not to far from where I grew up and when my cousins visited from Boston we would go and rent horses for the day.  My favorite was a black and white pinto pony named Scotch and Soda.
My cousins, being older, rode the big horses but I didn't mind.  I just loved trotting along with them.

When I first went to the Hebrides in 2005 I learned about the legend of Epona, the goddess who came as a white horse to lead people to Tir na nOg, the land of eternal youth in the West.  These were quite a distance away from the road so I wasn't able to get the intimate close-ups I like but I liked their arrangement and the memories they brought out.  Perhaps memories are my Tir na nOg, my land of eternal youth no matter how old my body grows.