Inspirations

    Inspirations – Ponies and Lost Hearts

    Sometimes it’s a place or a person that inspires me. 

    Sometimes it’s an experience. 

    So it’s a January morning, 2016. My youngest at this point is seven years old. She’s weird in all the coolest ways. A little on the Wednesday side. Like pretty sure I gave birth to a kid who could potentially become a supervillain without her mother’s love. So she’s pretty much her dad. 

    Anyway, I wake up one morning, walk out of my bedroom and am confronted with this. See pic. Not sure if it will be above or below but I’ll probably figure out a way to attach it. For Christmas my daughter got this set of horses. She’s been playing with them, creating stories and worlds, but I had not seen this before. It felt vaguely…threatening. She comes out and sighs as she looks down at it. I ask her if they’re all watching the horse in the middle dance or sing. She says no. I ask if they’re helping him. She says sort of. I finally ask what did that poor horse do. She—remember she is seven and her parents are on the older side, so this is not a child who has ever faced any sort of real punishment beyond go sit on the stairs and think about what you did—tells me nothing he’ll ever do again. Then she sighs and walks off and I really wonder what her father has been teaching her…

    Which years later led to this…

    “I need a briefing on why I’m here in Colorado when I could be home being used as a stud for my wife’s plans to have so many children they form their own army and take over the world. Don’t think I’m joking. My daughters have plans. They use those little pony things to lay out the battle maps.” ~ Lost Hearts (Memento Mori)