I would rather die of passion than of boredom. – Vincent van Gogh
My passion always have been horses, Arabian Horses especially.
Today it is my family, nature and writing and of course still the Arabian Horse. To be fair: All horses, but the Arabian is just so beautiful, so elegant, so powerful, so fast, so crazy, so… breathtaking. All horses are, but I guess, once the “Arabian Horse Bug” hits you, it will never leave anymore…
We all need something to be passionate about. No matter if it is our hobby, our love, our family, a pet, a place, sports or our job. Or chocolate…
I believe that being bored is part of your life and it is good to learn to deal with it. However, if you are constantly bored it will kill something inside of you. The little flame that it takes to get things rolling.
Be passionate and turn boredom into action.
Te Arabians a really beautiful horses. I’d like to paint that picture!
Leslie
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Isn’t it a stunning picture?!
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Simply beauty in motion!
Leslie
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I saw it and I had to use it! Motion, beauty, power, grace… All in one!
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When I get a minute I’ll try to draw it.
Leslie
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I would love to see it!!!
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I’ll send you a copy when I do.
Leslie
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Oh yes please!
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You’ll have to give me some time because I’m working on another project and Christmas is coming up.
Leslie
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I nominated you for the Inspiring blogger award 🙂
http://howmyearshearyou.com/2014/12/16/very-inspiring-blogger-award/
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Thank you so much! I will get right to it!
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Absolutely! If we have no passion in our life… than what is our life worth living for…? Is it even a life?
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Exactely!
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I read all the Black Stallion books as a girl (but of course!) but it was the Morgan bug that bit me, partly because I grew up in New England and old-style Morgans were all over the place. I was in 4-H. I raised a half-Arab colt and had a Morgan gelding on free lease. Then I became a city girl and thought horses were in my past — till in my 40s a series of coincidences brought them back into the present. I had a Morgan of my own for 10 years. No regrets, but horsekeeping for a landless single woman on a budget takes so much energy and ingenuity that I wasn’t doing much else besides working and horsing. Not much writing. Dueling passions, if you will, and the writing eventually won. It had to.
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Maybe the horses will find their way back one day…
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