I spent this morning with my horse Woodrow. While I could say that I trained with him, it's probably more true to say that we just hung out. He's easy to be around-he doesn't demand that I know about the latest hot band, or have an opinion on a Supreme Court nominee. I can chatter at him, and he'll just blink. Maybe nudge me for another peppermint. Or, I can sit in utter despair and depression...he'll just wait until I feel like chattering again.
I like to be around him because he is so quiet. I spent 30 years with teenagers. Is it any wonder that Woodrow is one of my favorite companions?
I love my introverted life and when I came across this video, it perplexed me at first. Then, I just totally enjoyed the poetry of her words. What about you? Does this video speak to any part of you?