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Dark Horse The life and times of a meditative horse trainer. I'm a second generation born and raised Alaskan. I've very proud of that, my roots are here. While I want to see as much of the world as I can, I want to raise my children here. I'm a dedicated student of the horse, of life and I love to learn. I try to leave no stone unturned in my life. Nothing is good if taken at just face value there is always more, to people, an animal, a thought, a dream. I'm an intensity junky, I live my life with passion as if every action were my very last, and I love the colors that this passion has brought to me. It's my hope to share this small window of myself with my readers. If you surfed in please make yourself at home and stay a while, if your one of my loved one's who are here, I love you for all you have educated me in to make my life this amazing. |
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2007-04-12 2:03 PM The Dirty Girls Dance like nobody is looking and sing like nobody is listening!
Yes I really named a rant that. I really did it, read on and you will find out why. I am “that” girl. You know the one, who speaks her mind, rides like she will never ride again, dances like nobody is watching and on occasion sings the same. I’ve got a tattoo smack on my back that is a representation of it too, burning passion for life. I know who you are too; you’re “that” girl. I love having “that” girl in my life, if you’re one my friends; you know you’re that girl too. Having girls like you around make me feel less crazy, because you push just like I do for the absolute most in life. Lusty, passionate, good time having, dirty, and entertaining. The girls, of whom I speak, know who they are and what they are made of, they more likely rock your world as much as mine. What really made me want to write this was discovering the origin of the word “Obscene” this morning. The true origin is Hebrew the word “Ob” which means sorceress, wizard or powerful. Now doesn’t THAT give you a new way of looking at the word? Catholicism no doubt added its spin to the underground goddess religions when they were in existence and changed it’s meaning via Old English some time ago. No matter now that I have learned that bit of knowledge I’m rocking the word obscene like it hasn’t been rocked since the days of ancients. Another interesting tidbit of information. The word “dirt”. From the Icelandic world drit meaning soil, dust, obscenity of any kind especially language. So there you go. I’m a dirty girl. Don’t laugh even though I’m sure you did anyways, I did when I read that too. Defining the dirty girl is like trying to classify all the colors of the world. It’s hard to do. Most people see a dirty girl and are drawn to it like a moth to a flame, why not we make life fun. We bring our own set of rules to the table and expect you to abide by them or move over. You’re either on my team. Or not. As I grow up, I have more and more admiration for the wild crazy, rule pushing, and dirty girls of the world Along the lines of my thoughts on creativity from yesterday I’m running with something else now. Where the dirty girl gets her motivation to be so down and dirty, where she gets so much energy to be so lusty and keep herself on the go. Maybe our mothers taught us this way, maybe we are wild enough to be connected to what make the earth spin, or maybe we woke up one day and decided it was time to get the most out of life. I know where I get it, same place my creativity comes from. The master of the one minute meditation, I sneak time to sit and stare at the sunrise in the mornings, yes every morning there is sun you will find me in like cat with her eyes closed saying a silent prayer. In the shower I clear my thoughts and control my breathing, in my mind when I’m working out I’m really on my horse riding a flawless dressage test. Or here where I write – I recharge what makes me the dirty girl. So this is meant to be a reminder to my other fellow dirty girls, that even though your life never stops, your world never stops spinning, take a one minute meditation moment, breath deep, feel the energy coursing through the universe and draw it into you. Because I need you dirty girls in my life – after all who wants to be crazy alone? Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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