Showing posts with label grace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grace. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 29, 2022

Equine Grace and the Parameters of the Heart ... by M. Lee Prescott

 

“I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.” Anne Lamott

Hi,

It’s Mary Lee (writing as M. Lee Prescott) reader of all kinds of books and writer of dozens – mysteries, romances, of course, historical fiction and nonfiction related to literacy. It’s taken me many years and countless hours at the keyboard and legal pad to be able to say, “writer of dozens.” It’s a proud and wonderful feeling!

The quote above by a favorite writing teacher, Anne Lamott speaks of the very human quality of grace, but it also reminds me of my “state” when completing a book in which I am absorbed. It could be a romance, mystery, or a contemporary novel like Masood’s wonderful The Bad Muslim Discount, which I am currently reading. If I am engaged in a good book, I emerge in a different place, myself, but also somewhere else. That’s what I seek when I read and when I write. A grace that carries me and my characters along and leaves us sometimes breathless, but never in the exact same spot as where we began.

Over the last twelve years, I have discovered, in writing each Morgan’s Run book, that grace does not appear to be unique to humans. I’m sure if you’ve ever loved a dog, cat, horse, or other pet, you understand. Here I’m referring to a kind of “equine grace.” When I began writing about the Morgans and their close knit community, I knew that horses would figure prominently both as characters and as animals beloved by series characters. I have been on horseback half a dozen times in my life, some rides fun, others scary so I knew very little about these magnificent creatures. As I began writing Emma’s Dream (book 1), I was blessed with the birth of my first grandchild, Abby. By chance Abby and I began visiting a local farm, home to many rescued animals, including horses. Slowly, we got to know each horse by name and temperament -- the owner’s gentle white mare, Misty, a huge, but gentle draft horse, Tabasco, Sunny the pony, and many others. We also came to love them – even the ones with signs on their stalls warning us not to get too close – and all the animals at Stony Creek.

Now I find myself in a different place, a place of grace and presence with these amazing creatures, less scared, more peaceful. As I wrote about Ben Morgan and his spirited quarter horse, Rowdy, Harley and his wild Appaloosa, Pepper and Maggie with her very own, enormous draft horse, Tabasco, I discovered that trust, love, grace, and connection with other living creatures, be they two-legged or four-legged, never leave us in the same place.

Many of the love stories in the Morgan’s Run series take place around and with horses. Training them, riding them, rescuing them from cruelness and neglect and nurturing them back to health. I have learned so much about the efforts to rescue the magnificent wild horses of the west, and the many breeds of horses that we have in the United States. What does this have to do with romance and grace you ask? Each breed has qualities and characteristics that support its human owner. For example, Dusty, a rescued horse featured in Tom’s Ride, has a steady, calm temperament that nurtures fragile, wounded Grace McGraw. Deathly afraid of horses, Grace, to her surprise, bonds with the dun stallion and they are both healed in the process.     

The human—horse connection is a critical element in many of my love stories. When he leaps onto Pepper’s back, Harley Langdon, the quintessential cowboy, and wrangler, becomes one with his horse. It’s difficult to imagine the two apart; they have traveled so many miles together. Whip Kitteridge already owns a horse, Calico, a strong, sturdy American Paint, but his work with Ghost, a wild, aggressive white stallion, heals long ago wounds for man and horse and they become inseparable. The morning Tabasco lumbers out of the trailer at Morgan’s Run stables it’s love at first sight for Maggie Williams. The enormous draft horse, acquired as part of the ranch’s mustang rescue program, is slated to be gentled and adopted by a border agent, but no one will go near him except Maggie.

Then there’s gorgeous Ben Morgan who’s comes home to nurse an ailing heart and winds up falling in love with Maggie, and his spirited quarter horse Rowdy. While the white hot romance between Ben and Maggie is the center of Emma’s Dream, his bond with the young horse saves his life more than once out of the trail.  

What does all this horse talk have to do with romance? In this series, beloved by so many readers, it is very often the horses that take characters to places where love happens—on the trail, in a secluded valley, or maybe in a darkened barn, the scent of sweet hay surrounding them. Do horses embody a kind of equine grace that transports and changes those they love? I’m thinking a resounding yes. What do you think?

Great blogging with you! I love to hear from readers and writers so please be in touch anytime.

Warm wishes,

Mary Lee

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Monday, August 18, 2014

Fender Bender Lesson in Gratitude

by Christy Carlyle

Life is filled with the unexpected. Just when we think we've got a rhythm, that we have the ins and outs of our days and weeks and months down pat, something comes along to knock us off balance. I think we all hope we'll deal with such occasions gracefully and learn whatever lesson the universe may be trying to impart. I know in my case, I usually react with too much emotion, a big dose of frustration, and then try to scrape and crawl and stumble my way toward grace.

After a cross country move that involved driving through ten states, my husband and I traded in our old car for a newer model in May. The car was fresh and shiny and we were scrupulous about trying to keep it clean, drive it carefully, avoid dings—all the things you do with a new car. Then a week or so ago, we were sitting at a drive through window waiting for our order when a guy in a truck slammed into the back of us, hitting us hard enough to imprint words from his license plate frame onto our bumper.

He wasn't injured and we weren't injured but I was supremely annoyed with the whole thing. Our car wasn't shiny and new anymore, and I knew dealing with the insurance company and body shop would eat up a good chunk of my time for the coming days. It would cut into my workday. It would consume my already meager writing time. My immediate reactions didn't include any of that grace I so yearn for.

In reality, calling the insurance company and visiting the body shop probably only took less than two hours total. Within a couple of days, we had  our car back and it looked just like it had the day we drove it off the dealership. We had a lot to be grateful for. I felt small and petty for being so bent out of shape about a fender bender that hardly bent our car.

So, yes, in a way I am grateful for that fender bender. The attitude of grace that eluded me finally came because our minor accident forced me to lift my head from the daily grind to deal with this little blip on the radar. And when I lifted my head, I realized that folks around me were dealing with problems and challenges and unexpected life events that couldn't be buffed out at the body shop. It was a lesson in gratitude and in humility.


Since the fender bender, I have been focusing on intentional gratitude, reminding myself to lift my head and look around at the needs of others, and realizing that those blips on our radar screens can be a blessing in disguise. Maybe it's okay for an unexpected event to slow us down now and then. Here's hoping next time I respond, from the get go, with a bit more grace. I'm still learning!