I had always wanted my own horse, a paint. From the time I was a little girl growing up in the suburbs of Los Angeles I planned on converting our small yard into a mini farm. My dad was NOT crazy about this idea when I started digging the lawn up for my makeshift corral.

Last summer I found her! Angel was her name, a beautiful dark brown and white paint Mare about 45 minutes from here.

I am not totally comfortable and confident around horses, well ok, not confient at all but I was determined to overcome my insecurity.

I rode her quite a few times after bringing her home, PERFECT, wow even a beginner such as myself could ride and she was eager and willing to work with ME.

Well, I started to lose confidence once my dear friend moved away and I was left to learn on my own.

My daughter lost interest as well so we reluctantly decided to find a new home for her.

Found the perfect home, but she would not load on the trailer. Seemed terrified.

SO here I am facing another challenge and conquering  my fears. I must build a higher level of trust with Angel and get her to load. It would certainly be for her own good.

I actually lectured her tonight about how she blew her opportunity of going to an amazing home because of her stubborness and fear of the unknown.

Immediately, I identified with her. How often I have allowed the fear of the unknown to take over and keep me back from Gods best for me.

So, here we go. My newest challenge with a very large animal that frightens the heck out of me!

Can this be God trying to teach me something?

We shall see….

About Amalia

My name is Amalia, I am a survivor, but I am not simply surviving here. I fully intend on living life to its fullest everyday of my life. My past does not define me, it is simply a part of me and a contribution to who I am becoming. Fully awake, fully alive. Love is my religion. I enjoy meeting new people from all different walks of life. I love engaging in deep, meaningful conversation with others. I believe we each have something to add to anothers life. I love Jesus. And the way he interacted with people, especially the outcasts. I sometimes feel as if I am a very old soul born hundreds of years too late. But am realizing I am right where I am supposed to be, there are no accidents. I cherish those who love and accept me for who I am, intensity and all. Who love me for me, not who they'd like me to be. When I love, I love deeply, when I hurt I hurt deeply, I can feel others pain, an empath, but I would not change a thing. My 'story' has molded me into the person I am today and I like me! I am deeply moved by early morning sunrises and evening sunsets, by flowers, bugs, the changing seasons,barefoot walks in the woods, the wind in my hair and the sunshine on my face. I love capturing these moments with my camera, as well as trying to share the emotions attached on canvas. Music is my drug of choice. It soothes me when i'm feeling down or overwhelmed. I am drawn to other creatives and out of the box thinkers, the misfits, outcasts. I love to laugh and make others laugh. Laughter is amazing medicine. I have ADHD and it shows, I am currently....LOOK A SQUIRREL! I have a very strong sense of justice and nothing angers me more than seeing others taken advantage of or harmed, especially in the name of religion or by those in authority who use their authority to harm or control others. I am childlike, yet intense and will fight for those I love until the bitter end. But i've also learned that I cannot save anyone else and have learned when to let go. Because that too is love.

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  1. now your beginning to ‘see’ with your other eye…your heart. This will be the beginning of ‘you’ recieving the simple promptings of truth…she will be your reflection. Its a beautiful picture. Good work in the beginnings…wish your friend was there to watch you in the journey. love M.

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