The Path of Life

Well, the day has come my friends. I am now officially a Certified Equine Sports Massage Therapist. I am so excited and ready to start this new path in my life. Although doubts for the daunting path is quite scary at times, I know that with Yah, all things are possible. I have so many things I have to research and take care of before I can officially start my business. It's scary sometimes trying to count the costs before I jump off the bridge of becoming an Independent Contractor. It will be funny to shock people with my age and owning my business when I look 16. 

Among other news, I am now the proud owner of a new horse. She is a 9yo registered paint, sorrel mare. I have big plans for her, I just need nicer weather to attempt this. Right now she is settling in and getting plump on a big round bale in our corral. I bought her a little over 2 weeks ago from a lady about 50 minutes away. She is green broke and needs a ton of ground work before I can really do anything. I have trained several horses before so I know it won't be too hard. I think the hardest part right now is being patient and letting her adjust to her surroundings before I ask her for too much. Gaining her trust is going to be my first and foremost task for now. Just like any friendship, there has to be a foundation of trust from both parties involved. It took me awhile to gain that trust from my horse Bud. I renamed her RoseBud in honor of my QH who passed away this summer. He was the best friend I ever had and it is still hard sometimes coming to grips with that fact that he is gone. I just hope that in building a trust bond with a new horse will allow me to make room for a new best friend. I was never one to understand how people could be angry at Yah when a loved one passed away, and by no means am I angry with Yah...but I do often wonder why my best friend had to be taken. I know the pot has no room to question its maker, I just look forward to hopefully one day seeing Bud again.

Anyway, on to brighter topics. As shocking as it might be to some, I am actually looking forward to spring. Be shocked, but as much as my body may like this weather, I am tired of it restricting me on things I can do. I know the work that comes with warmer weather, but right now I welcome it. It's going to be hard trying to transition from my routine of life into a new one. I'm not quite sure how its going to work this year with working in the morning, working with my mom, keeping up with a garden and house work and yard work...and then adding in a new line of work. Yah willing it will "work itself out"...hehe.

I am still wanting to be able to publish a new poem book this year, but I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do it as soon as I thought. I do not have nearly enough poems to start another. I should be writing more, but with everything that has been going on, its hard to juggle all my hobbies, LOL. Although I suppose one of those hobbies have now turned into work. I obviously am still painting and writing, but not nearly as much as I used to. Then of course, there is the hardest task of all, keeping up with friends. I know, I know...I don't mean that in a bad way. I have barely seen my best friend in almost a month and I completely only blame one person for that, you know who you are *stern look*. Thank HEAVENS I finally have my bestie back now that HE'S gone!!(*chuckling*)   Ok, ok! ... I am only joking, I am not mad at him, they are both wonderful people and I am extremely happy for them both, when I'm not ignored *winks* Life has a way of changing things when you're least expecting them. Whether that people, things, events, etc., life knows how to  surprise us all.
Well I will quit boring you all and say goodbye for now. I pray you all blessings and good health!

Flower painting, on Canvas!

So I have finally gotten back to one of my hobbies. I decided I would spend my day painting. Which, just so you know, I didn't actually spend ALL day on this painting. It isn't the greatest, but hey!....gotta start somewhere, eh? When you don't have a teacher it kinda takes a lil' more time to learn. Thank heavens I'm finally over my fear of painting on canvas though. 

This is the first draft, I didn't like the leaves. Soooo....

I went ahead and changed them, I don't know if you can tell the difference.

Well, I hope you like it....I am not completely finished, but I'll update when I do. 

Until next time! =)

All ye Lost

A river I know.
Flows through the heart.
Deep in the woods.
I hear a cry.

It cries like one.
Tormented by fear.
Of an ever reaching darkness.
It's beat cold and loud.

Thoughts escape the wood.
Bending its way through.
The branches and twigs.
Tripping in the dark.

"I will", a voice says.
"I will not fail".
Says a trembling voice.
"I will not give into fear".

A howl is heard.
From whence it came?
Above or below?
It came from inside.

The howling of the lost.
Speaks so from within.
For one cannot say.
"I will be safe."

For who saves but one.
He shines through the dark.
Searching for the lost.
He comes to save.


Copyright 2012 Lauren Hall ©

A Life to Have

What do we tell ourselves.

As our world crumbles.

It crumbles around our feet.

As it crashes and burns.

How do we live in this.

This place that doesn't exist.

A people no longer real.

Make belief in this made up book.

Who do we turn to.

Who is there to trust.

How do we steady our feet.

On the rubble and debris.

It falls around us like ash.

How do you piece together.

The shards are too small.

For life you no longer have.

How do we turn back time.

What switch do we flip.

Among so many choices.

Somewhere we got lost.

Where's the door.

The key to unlock the answer.

For what lies behind surely.

Is the way to rebuild.

It's there, beyond.

Just out of reach.

All you have to do is fight.

For the life you should have.

Fight for the knowledge of good.

Keep running towards a destination.

Not far now.

You're there.

Finally.

Hope.

Can.

Live.

Copyright 2012 Lauren Hall ©

Music of the Soul

Watch your soul lift with every movement.
Hear the notes on each string.
Feel the vibrato in every pass.
Touching a place deep in your heart.

Watch the feet as they lightly step.
Hear the silence of grace in motion.
Feel the joy that spirals within.
Touching the edges of vibrant beauty.

Watch as the instrument flies like a kite.
Hear the song as it soars the sky.
Feel as it caresses you like the wind.
Touching down to your own soul.



Copyright 2012 Lauren Hall ©

Know You not I

You know not I
You who wills to cage.
Know you not I
Who despises such chains.

You know not I.
You who would clip my wings.
Know you not I.
Who would fly to the very heights.

You know not I.
You who try to hide.
Know you not I.
Who would boast colors true.

You know not I.
You who is confined to one box.
Know you not I.
Who can fit in any box.

You know not I.
You who wishes for silence.
Know you not I.
Who would shout praise to the world.

You know not I.
You who wants no emotion.
Know you not I.
Who would cry while laughing.

You know not I.
You who would have no passion.
Know you not I.
Who has a passion for much.

You know not I
Saith mine own soul.
Know you not I.
That I would sing aloud.

I know not you.
Who would not hear.
Know I not you.
Who will turn and walk away.


Copyright 2012 Lauren Hall ©

Determination of Hope

I once knew of a trail.
That led up and up and up.
No end in sight it seemed.
As it made its path to the top.

I once knew of a girl.
Who climbed this trail often.
Seeking what was at the top,
But could never make it all the way.

She would start each day.
Determination set her jaw.
Linking her arms together.
She'd stare at the very top.

With one foot ahead of the other.
She would set out her path.
Walking and walking for hours.
Until she could climb no more.

She'd find a log to sit on.
Catch her breath in few.
Furrow her brow and wait.
Till she caught wind again.

Never had she achieved.
What her heart set out to do.
She would walk until she could no more.
Then she'd take the long walk home.

Every day that dawned.
She'd set out.
Every day at dusk.
She'd go home.

Some thought her a fool.
To continue to do the same.
Over and Over again.
Never accomplishing her task.

Some thought her unwise.
To have such high standards.
When she could never touch it.
Never reach her goal.

Yet the girl walked.
Head held high.
Determination inside.
Hope always being a new day.

(In loving memory of a dear family friend)

Copyright 2012 Lauren Hall ©