I’d Rather Play Solitaire and a note about Andrew Wyeth
So the book is in print now. My battles with the publisher, I will save for another post, another day. I never thought my first work of fiction would be about horses, about their egregious slaughter…about Quebec. What’s interesting is that, as I always found in my new age work, there is synchronicity in all. I find that not only, like me, did “Wild Horse Annie (Velma Johnston)” have polio, but so also did the model for Andrew Wyeth’s “Christina’s World”. I mention the latter because a few people have commented on the “author photo” on the back cover of my book: they say that it immediately brought to mind Wyeth’s famous painting. I discovered that Wyeth’s model, like me (again), suffered from polio. Is there something shared amongst us–me, Velma, and Christina–which makes us particularly sensitive to horse abuse? I know one thing very well–because I remember it vividly: the numbness in the legs which polio brings may lead one–especially a youngster–to more fully admire and covet the fleet-footedness of creatures like horses. It may also embed in us a prey mentality, one which would come from not being able to move, much less flee, from a potential predator. Such a mentality would, at such a young age, imprint a deep vulnerability which–let’s face it–only very young children and animals experience. A piercing perception into who and what one is, I’d say. Early childhood disability marks one just as fully as early childhood trauma, and I had the benefit of learning from horses directly when I was a child, as well, perhaps, as the lesson of what happens when one loses one’s freedom to run (away)…which would explain, in large part, my vagabond life up to three years ago.