Where did the love you have for life come from?

Today, I was texting with a woman from West Virgina about her horse. We have come to know that somewhere we are related. It made me miss my grandmothers. I felt that I was close, akin to them, and was blessed with great grandmothers as a child. They were all beautiful women, some tender and strong or stern nevertheless, kind and loving. I miss having grandmas as I watch my own Mother with her grandchildren… it’s comfort and love.

Older people, dogs and horses have always had my attention for I feel there is an incredible amount of wisdom in living life… and as long as I am still living, I want to listen to those that have lived before me so they can be heard. Don’t we all love a good, interesting story? Where did our love for anything in our life begin? I detest pickled herring unlike my mother but love the animals (we) I have always had. This love came from my mom’s father. Horses in particular. Though allergic to them my grandpa always had more than a few riding horses at the farm in West Virginia where my parents grew up. The hollars, the hills, the stream and the creek, the Sulphur water Kool-Aid, the food… but more so, the horses. They were an important part of my family’s life and to this day I love them.

A life, no matter the length, shall it be filled with as much as it can hold for the day. It’s important…

Ecclesiastes 9: 7-10