The mediocre houses on the healing ranch have equine therapy by appointment.
No one is making big things happen. We need to feed the horses.
Where people’s motives are hungry, I suspect your motives come from a different place than your own. But if you are not really that hungry, well, where will you eat when you are?
Down the road, an artistic city corner, the molding with the architectural harkenings, flourishes, colors, clean looks. People need all of this. But what do we do, day-by-day, for the future?
Empathy is Poetry 