An Equestrian Dream

An Equestrian Dream (contest Your Dream Home Contest - Sonia3902z) If my present dream home with a miraculous reality did speedily cooperate then shucks, a satellite pinpointed onto my GPS would immediately initiate a grateful return navigation to a scenic area in Georgia state, where exists a breathtaking equestrian waterfront estate in Milton's heart strung to mine; for there overlooking tranquil blue Starnes Lake I'd daily in awed silence recline with friends and strangers of same peaceful mind in a gentleman's study, a music room, or a fully finished terrace level truly refined with multiple entertainment spaces....Visitor's thoughts returning to us for more therapeutic and gracious visitations. Yes, my husband and I would finagle and design time to become horse-riders of an older era part-time under a setting sun sublime; we'd sit smart in the saddle. Yet, to these animals gentle and kind, our actions skilled would not make them skittish; no never our intention these beauties to rattle. There would be moments for our visitors to take them out in learning to ride or just to make memories of experiences to relate. Like my first ride with stirrups too low. Bumping along with a trot; aiding me to discover the meaning of 'raw-hide' of which formerly I had not come to know. Overtime we would construct a cannery in a barn where delicious jam and jellies we would then jar or from our own vineyard wine we'd produce from a fruit orchard offering apples, pears, peaches, blueberries, and blackberries... What breakfast smoothies for our guests to induce! With a large greenhouse; chicken coop too... Imagine our Airbnb's exciting reviews! As a batting cage would definitely be used--though, I'm not feeling a shooting range. But yes to a sauna to change my skin's persona... Plus, an outdoor kitchen for barbeque... Let me wake up and write about spiritual things pursuing... Though I still do visualize myself meditating on horseback under a darkening sky searching for future words to inscribe as my pony strolls through our pasture... Maybe its best that this is a fantasy... For that reality may monopolize all my energy. However, I would still love to be a guest in the small apartment out back. That may be enough for me, while the pandemic forces us into transforming our employment identities. All the while waiting for God's day to begin and end, so that for endless days youthful energy we can forever expend... Then onward past this already published stream to continue as: Mee NaSeen of an 'old system' which minorities demeaned. "Just Made Us Come"--My motto To Always Be. Open to All Good-Hearted People, Internationally. Let me describe what I previously did mean: Mee Naseen was not Asian in presence, but in demeanor. Considered old-school in essential etiquette. (She actually offered an increasingly popular on-line course called Daily Manners for those desiring to be globally acceptable.) But her assumed name allowed her to mingle among her guests without constantly stopping to hear about wants or expectations exorbitant from the Inn. Unfortunately, people seemed to always want to be presented as 'special' in the eyes of fellow present or future guests. Asking for things beyond what was promised in Highly Esteemed brochures to be able to 'brag' about what was done personally for them. Mee Naseen liked doing special things for those not expecting it. So she kept an ear out to surprise the unsuspecting... It was a treat for her. Because being African-American, they did not suspect that she could possibly be responsible for the ownership and loveliness of this thriving estate. So whenever she happened upon a truly kind individual, she was more than happy to make their stay even more memorable. Then to others of her home it was a joy to relate. The actual previous owners agreed to be the continued face of the establishment until she could devote total attention to her artistic vision for the property. But, in the meantime, during a time of extreme abnormality--Covid-19 induced, the Inn devoted most of its energy to providing for the needs of the community-- Cooking for senior deliveries; temporarily providing quarantine rooms for hospital personnel, police officers. Those on the front line. With Lucia taking barbs about her being subservient because of a lack of education and drive. It was in the best interest of the Inn to pretend. Even now to date with so much animosity building walls of hate. But, as soon as these 'Last Days' end, Mee Naseen, will become visible to survivors befriend. Her 'real' name freely used to open doors to youthful looking individuals with intriguing stories to exchange about how they survived the "Great Tribulation' over a wide variety of delicious multinational cuisine. Poets, writers, singers, dancers, thinkers, dreamers... All, ancient and current, will be 'Welcome' on the lovely grounds in the comfortable confines of 'Highly Esteemed'' beautiful walls. This again is my reoccurring dream... "They will build houses and live in them, And they will plant vineyards and eat their fruitage. They will not build for someone else to inhabit, Nor will they plant for others to eat. For the days of my people will be like the days of a tree, And the work of their hands my chosen ones will enjoy to the full." Isa. 65:21, 22. This is a contest for all of you who dream about living in a home of your dreams. I am looking for poems or short stories on homes from a quaint cabin in the woods, anything in-between to that sprawling mansion on the hill. Apply your imaginations and creativity for this contest. If you are into interior decorating descibe it for your dream home. I am looking forward to reading your entries as you open your doors and invite me in. ~ Sonia who lives in a cookie-cutter house and is addicted to House Hunters on TV. © 10 minutes ago, Lucretia McCloud hope • teen • family • friendship • nature • love