the list

The list. This is a "cute" version. Really the list of things I have to do in order to get ready is bigger than even trying to write one. And there is so much doing that needs to get done that listing it seems irrelevant sometimes. Truth be told I am fairly dependent on lists. And post-its. And large unsightly sheets of paper pinned to the wall with scribbled reminders . And reminder phone calls. And reminder dinners and committees and letters....but I see how this pays off (I am new at this). It's like you get to a point when so much momentum is behind you / with you / encouraging you that there is no stopping. And then suddenly you are feeding a beautiful beast that you remember you are responsible for because you dreamed into creation one sunny afternoon when perhaps you were bored. But what is incredible is the existential perfection that is born of that boredom which guides you if you are so willing to be patient and endure the arbitrary directions you are given. And so it shall be known--I must admit--this half-brained idea to ride my horses across the country was caught like a betrothed dream- as likely as the next insect to wind up squished to the windshield of the collectivo I rode in in Guatemala as I considered all possibilities of travel. Plain and simply I thought "I wonder if I could travel by horse?" When I found out it was possible I realized had to know first hand what it was like to do it. And now I sit here laughing to myself- because I haven't even begun the 1400 miles of travel. OH MY! In that sense lists are lovely cute and worth all the effort!