Ride The Wild Horse

Passionately Writing

Month: December, 2013

Time Well Spent

Oh hell yes, I’ve opted to spend the past two weeks focusing on my needs.  Time on me. Who am I?  An odd forty five year old woman.  There is no running from the truth.  I’ve had time to plan this Christmas. Purposely opting to not blog.  I tweaked it and made it special for me as well as those near and dear to me.  I love my family!


If I am serious about blogging, I will have to find a way to love them and continue blogging.  Love has no bounds.  With every like and reblog you give me I feel butterflies.  I now have some really cool people in my life.

For My Followers

For My Followers

Odd tendencies frequently take hold of me to lead me astray.  I pray to make up for lost time and look forward to 2014 in your company! Time with you means a great deal to me too.  Wow, let’s see what I can do. I’m up for it, are you?



Know thyself.

Know thyself.


2014 Goal

2014 Goal

Make Your Unknown Known

Georgia O’Keeffe

Barbie’s Electric Car

I played it off as dumb and boring.  Deep down inside I craved to get into my cousin’s electric car.  Her gift for Christmas.  Electronic games, clothing and dolls were all my parents could afford or wanted to buy.  They wondered who would be crazy enough to spend five hundred dollars or more on a car their child would outgrow in days and weeks.  So I knew that I’d never get a gift like my cousin’s car.

At a family gathering, my sister had quite boldly got into the brand new jeep to test drive it. And then became our cousin’s designated passenger.  I stood staring at them and soaked up every pleasure that could be had from their shrieks, smiles and laughs.  Jealousy oozed from my eyes as I just stood there watching them have a great time.  I still regret not climbing in when they got tired of it, but my excuse was simple.  My parents couldn’t afford it and so I shouldn’t even waste another moment thinking about it.

If I could rewind the clock, I would’ve sat inside and taken it for a spin.  Today I am too big to fit inside any of them.  I would have probably gotten one, but I just accepted whatever my parents said.  You see my parents usually gave me whatever I asked for but I waived that beautiful privilege.  Oh how ridiculous! Oh I hate how responsible I was as a child when I think of how much fun I could have had racing down our yard or around the driveway in my very own electronic car. I would have worn that electronic battery down, down, down.  Yeah I’ve got a wild streak in me, when I let it out.

Oh well, back then I supported my parent’s decision not to talk or discuss anything that  would be too expensive by finding fault with the toy.  I really played tough on the outside, but inside that little girl wanted to get inside and drive that car.




Magic, yeah he is magic.

Chaos follows every day,

Turbulent winds reach across the miles,

Carrying me with it.

I am understood all too well.

My heart beats fast amidst many more.

What does he want?

Not in pursuit but always so near.

Why must I care?

This stirs me.

Abandon him and he will disappear.

His breath lifts my heart.

Poof! Here, there and everywhere,

Free as can be!

He is magical, oh yeah!

Never to be mine.

Daily Prompt: A Source of Anxiety




New York

New York

Good evening World,

It is an honor for me to be on your radio right now. Your attention is important at this time.  Please allow me this fifteen minutes to explain some of what’s on my mind.

Is it just me, or can everyone else see that the world is an unfriendly place to live, work and observe?  It’s at an all time low.  I never thought that I’d care so much, but I do.

The answers lie with me and you.  What do we believe? How will we react to what now exists?  Where will we channel our time and energy?  When will we stand up and speak out?  Why should we care?

Did you notice the news last year, last month, last week or yesterday?  Did you see how one tragedy or triumph affects everyone? Imagine what your actions might do.

I  never imagined that I would get this opportunity to speak my thoughts, but I’m sure glad you heard me.

Thank you,

Marcia Verleta

Daily Prompt: Fifteen Minutes

Samuel’s Way

Daily Prompt: The Power of Touch   by Cheri Lucas Rowlands on December 6, 2013

I have a cat who is 84 years old.  In human years Samuel is 17 years old.  I keep promising myself to take a more recent photo of him.  Just haven’t gotten around to it.  I don’t want him to die, but he is not the young kitten I brought home to my apartment seventeen years ago.  He is much slower now, but still painstakingly vocal. This photo might give you an idea of how he behaves himself.  This is how he looks at me when he thinks that I am doing something dumb.  He is usually borderline angry or already beating his tail from left to right.


I’ve never gotten close to anyone.  Nope not a single solitary soul except for my pets.  My emotions controlled me. Samuel knows quite a bite of my secrets.  He came at a time when my first boy cat Cuddles needed a pal to roam and play with while I worked each day.  They proved to be a happy pair.  Except Samuel came with more affection than Cuddles did. Cuddles wanted to be touched and then left alone. Samuel on the other hand began every conversation with a series of intense meows.  At first this startled me.  What?  A cat talking, talking and still talking.  It was when my landlady caught him talking to me as we walked in her poolside garden that I realized that this was normal.  She envied me because this brought back memories of her cat who had long since passed.  She happily explained how he had kept her entertained with his long bellowing meows like Sammy was doing right then.  There’s more.  Samuel told me when to feed him, let him out and let him inside.  His way unfolded more and more. I knew that I had a very special friend when he comforted me.

I’ve always encouraged, comforted and motivated anyone in need, but I would never let anyone get that close to me to see my needs.  Yet Samuel always knows.  He’d show up on the couch while I watched t.v. He’d sit in my lap when I would spend time worrying about something trivial.  More awesome, Samuel will lay wherever he can on top of my body when I have nightmares.  The warmth of his fur and throbbing pulse of his purr was and still is instant therapy.  Of course this would wake me up, pulling me out of my terrible dreams. By this time I’d figured out that I had tossed and turned for some time before he covered me with his rug like body.  Relief and breathe would ebb from my chest as my hero and protector covered my legs or body.  It’s as if he always knew what I needed.

Now a days I return the favor, not true, I truly mean that  I now return his love. At his age he can hardly hear me.  So I bury my mouth in his fur behind his ears alternating often while mumbling sounds of sweet nothings so that he can feel the sound vibrating on his furry skin.  It’s something he understands.  So if and when he knots his brows to look at me, Samuel then places his  warm and moist tongue on my noise or toes to say I love you too. My old boy now competes with my daughter for my attention.  Even better like a very wise old man would do he takes all the attention he can get from us both.  Yet still, Samuel shows me never-ending love and while he still breathes I will always give it back in return.

Remembering Nelson Mandela

U2 – Ordinary Love