Ever ride a mule? (Sometimes I get them mixed up with ponies)

Ever ride a mule? (Sometimes I get them mixed up with ponies)
Dragging slow from nose to tail…
My butler held me one time and we went riding…
I felt like a cowpup.

She told me that you learn a little more every time you ride one…
Their stride allows you to observe the tall, feathery, shoots…
Tranquil, maybe even philosophical…
Like going on a pilgrimage to pray.

The pace of nature is like that…
When it feels like a highway it means our brains are working too fast…
When we feel it’s heartbeat we become like the wind and the sea…
And it becomes our most thoughtful teacher.

You know, it’s never too late to wonder…
Just because something scares you, doesn’t mean you’re not going to be okay…
It is never too late to make peace with all your enemies…
Because in reality, our enemies are the shadows that we ourselves cast (Lao.)

With nature you never have to apologize for being yourself…
You are simply another of Her creations…
Consider the mule…
Never in a hurry, just plodding along its way.

I love you,

Annie