Here is Apollo almost a week ago. This is how he came to a halt, and I think it looks pretty good. Rachel said maybe because he had just been trotting through those high weeds, lifting his legs.
Took a day home and in-town today, complete with junk-food movie in the late afternoon, Breaking Dawn, Part I. I have been breathing out sighs of relief when I think about Apollo’s move. And this morning, in meditation, I was flooded with good feeling I thought was coming from Apollo. Maybe it was!
There is the distinct possibility that this spring I actually will make it to Paris. I have a plane ticket, and I have put down a deposit for a studio apartment. I really, really, really want to get inside the stables on Blvd. Henri IV. The apartment is about a mile away.
Where the horses are, in Paris, from James Armstrong