I want to shake people!

ImageThis is probably going to be a very quick, non-poetic, jumbled up mess of a post. The only reason it’s going here is because I really don’t want to offend some of my loved ones on Facebook. When I say loved ones, I mean that I really L-O-V-E my FB family, but some of them are driving me nutso! The constant political rants, the abusive fear tactics and the bashing of this country’s leaders are getting to be too much. When will it stop? Can’t we just live our lives and write our Senators and Congressmen? Stop typing and posting silly pictures of the POTUS not holding his hand over his heart, not having a US flag behind him, blah, blah and blah. Stop striking fear into everyone’s heart that ATF is going to be knocking on everyone’s door and taking away their second amendment and their banana clips.

Those of you who read this and don’t know me need to know that this has nothing to do with who I voted for. This has nothing to do with whether or not I stand firmly with my second amendment in hand. If you do know me, you know that I love things that go pow and you probably know who I voted for and how left AND right I am.  It just has to do with wishing everyone was more informed and wishing they would stop showing their ignorance. The most recent posting I saw included a picture of Obama (now Secret Service is reading this. Yay me!) standing behind a podium before a group of people and he didn’t have an American flag anywhere near him, behind him, or waving out of his nostril. I can find the same type of setup with Reagan, Bush and Bush! 

If you believe in prayer, pray for our leaders. If you believe in sending positive energy, do that. If you believe in nothing, do nothing. By the way, doing nothing means don’t post it on FB!

It seems like it’s the same people who talk about prayer not being in school or keeping Christ in Christmas are the ones who are trying to scare the cheeses out of everyone who doesn’t know how to go to snopes or mental floss and get the real story. No one can take prayer out of schools or banish any spiritual entity from being there. Last time I checked, Christ can be anywhere he wants, including Christmas. 

Write someone who counts; don’t put it all over your wall! 

As far as gun control is concerned, plan on hearing more rants about that. This Rogue Mare has to be able to run somewhere, and her blog is a 20,000 acre field. 

Peace from the Rogue Mare


And the power has shifted…..

Power is a wonderful thing to have. Power: ability to do or act; capability of doing or accomplishing something. Control is good for some but others want nothing to do with it. Control:to exercise restraint or direction over; dominate; command.

I know that my readers do not need an English lesson but the topic of this post had me grasping for the proper word to employ. Power won. Ability, accomplishment, those two words infer nothing but positive energy and that is all I need at this point in my life.

If you have read my previous posts, then you are aware that I contacted my lost love. I didn’t know how I was going to feel in the days following that contact and that is the purpose for this post. I feel empowered. I feel like I am able to look at things through the panoramic lens (which is how we should always envision our life).

He hasn’t attempted to contact me which could mean one of two things. It could mean that he is on such a high horse that he really doesn’t have any feeling left for me whatsoever, but here’s what I think, I think he knows he could never get me back. He knows that I’m gone. He knows that I was a weak soul when he caught me and that I’m too far out of reach for him to be able to capture me. It is ever so easy to catch a bird with a broken wing, but try to capture a peregrine falcon that is swooping at two-hundred miles an hour! Yes, this mare has wings and she’s flying.

I have no regrets for my actions. People in pain are always looking for comfort. The love story now has its ending and it’s an ending that I created, not him. I took the power, I have the conn.

Peace from the Rogue Mare

Dark Places of My Heart

Maybe it’s the holidays or maybe it’s the nearing anniversary of my father’s passing. All I know is that I feel as if my heart has been turned inside out like a pillowcase and all that is exposed are the dark corners. These places are so dark that you cannot see your hand in front of your face. Do we all have these dark places or do I carry with me an ever-shaded hitchhiker that taunts me from time to time?

I try to appease myself, calm myself, and find my center when this aphotic cloud emerges. Some would say this is depression. I don’t think so. It’s more of a tugging restlessness that pushes its way into my soul. Television doesn’t help. I can’t focus on reading a book. I’m just being tossed about right now. Soon enough the waves will stop crashing and there will be peace again.

I attend college and I’m on winter break right now. I think that leaves too much time for my mind to go haywire. They say that idle hands are the devil’s workshop but an idle mind is vulnerable to self destruction.

It doesn’t help that I’ve allowed anger to move back into my life. I’m still angry at someone who hurt me. I don’t know where to put that energy or how to use it for my own good. I talk people through this sort of thing all the time but I can’t take my own medicine. A very dear friend of mine told me to stop letting people “rent space in my head.” I loved it when she said that and it makes total sense. The people who insist on hurting me don’t deserve a moment of my precious thinking…… but that’s easier said than done.

Those of you that have read my other posts know that this one is a bit unusual. It doesn’t have a focus. It doesn’t have a theme. It’s simply my inside-out heart on a page. Maybe it will help someone else or maybe these words will leave the tips of my fingers and I will once again find concilation.

Peace from the Rogue Mare