Today I honour the memory of my beautiful horse, Bear, who succumbed to torsion colic November 21, 2017. He was 16 years old.
Bear changed my life in many profound ways and was the perfect mirror to my heart. We shared almost 12 years of growth and adventure, so his sudden departure was a life quake that altered my emotional landscape.
I celebrate his influence on my life by doing my best to live the lessons he taught ~ to be in the moment; to let go and let be, and that candy canes at Christmas are a good thing.
And so, I am reminded that in the day-to-day commotion of life it is important to live, to love, to learn and to laugh with those nearest and dearest to us. Life is too short for anything else.
When I was a little girl I loved to hear the stories my Scottish granny, Alice Gordon, would share of her parents swapping the civilized life of gentry in Glasgow for the pioneering life of the wilds of northern Alberta.
My great grandfather, William Alexander Gordon, had served as a member of the Black Watch for many years, and when he retired was eligible to take advantage of the Canadian Soldier Settlement Act which provided returned WWI veterans who wished to farm with loans to purchase land, stock and equipment. And so, in the early 1920s, this man of middle age with his wife, Jane, and seven of their 13 children (six had died in childhood) abandoned everything they knew of their life in Glasgow and traveled by boat and train into a great new adventure.
Little did they know what that entailed. Their 200-acre parcel was situated about 100…