Some people dream in color, I dream in horses!
I had another dream of horses again last night. Of all the things to dream about in this world, my dreams oftentimes revolve around horses. I’ve loved them all my life, so much so I used to joke about ‘horse’ being my first word.
In my dream I was with a gentleman I think I was involved with and I asked him to take me to where the Vaqueros were riding their horses. The Vaqueros have a history of being excellent horsemen, they knew horses well and were known for being gentle hands with horses. I’ve had a passion for Vaquero horsemanship ever since I learned about it from Buck Brannaman and Greg Eliel at clinics years ago.
I’ve heard it said that a person who finds their passion finds the spark of life. And with Brain Injury that is probably never more important as our brains work a little differently now. But the neat thing about passion and that spark is it provides a different type of energy. If you can get a Brain Injured person talking about their passion, their face lights up and they can tell you much more about that subject than any other. Somewhere there must be a tie to that which the heart loves and how our brains work.
I’ve not had much to update my blog with this week as I feel I’m in a tunnel of appointments and trying to get things sold on Craigslist. I have worked hard to get better from this silly Brain Injury and after burning myself out last year, all I desire is to get on with the business of living and get to have things like a social life, hobbies, etc.
It was not too long ago when I asked the now retired Social Worker at rehab if anyone would ever want to be around me again. We lose a lot along this jagged path of TBI. I think my question surprised her, but she said she believed even with a disability that I could still have a good life.
That is all I want. Not riches, fame, material stuff, just a good life with trustworthy people, dreams and a passion.