The Chinese new year just began, and according to the reports I read, this is the year of the wooden horse, which reminded me again of Tony Boy, the gift my parents made for me when I was a child and which I wrote about in my last post.
Yesterday that was still on my mind when I spent the better part of an hour walking quietly along with a small group of wild horses near the Lower Salt River as they grazed. Small and a bit scruffy, they are wild in the sense they do not belong to anyone and freely roam the wilderness but are obviously used to the presence of humans.
The little stallion pictured below especially caught my eye as he appears to be Tony Boy in flesh.
He munched happily on shoots of green grass growing under mesquite trees in the loamy soil along the river and seemed to accept me as part of his herd.
What a lovely gift to receive on my birthday while my husband fished downstream.
There have been other gifts:
a desert rainbow,
a phainopepla, a silky flycatcher which looks like a shiny black cardinal,
a common raven providing a dramatic silhouette against blue sky.
Being outside–with sky and mountains and water, in the presence of horses and birds–soothes me to my depths.
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What soothes you to your depths?
What childhood toys still hold meaning and memories for you today?