Oh My Consus - Where did you all come from?

Welcome. Just for the record Consus is according to some mythology the God of Horses. Horses don't buy into blasphemy. When they say, "Oh My Consus" it is really an acknowledgement of an awesome four legged creature. If in doubt ask a horse :-)

Hopefully there are more celebrants than mourners here. I will warn you this post may be dis-jointed at best, and completely non-sensical at worst.

Furzl was good for for the time in which he lived. Furzl was too much part of a Duo that is no more. He will always be a part of me so I wont remove every reference to him.

I opted to be Just Brian since its the one person I can always be sure of being. Hmmmmm, I think I am a potential candidate for treatment for Multiple Personality Disorder. lol.

Credit for Captain-Equestria goes to M. Thank You. Captain Equestria plays right up to the little boy inside me who wants to race around having adventures on a horse. Who knew I would grow up to want to play a cowboy? It's not a mid-life crisis, I promise.

I found time spent with horses to be very therapeutic. Even the ones that dump me on the ground, offer their own comfort. I have kept a journal documenting my time spent on horseback. Perhaps I will place some of that journal here sometime. I have not done so to now because it is kind of personal and deals with some of the demons inside.

Horses offer great therapy. They are very forgiving, make few demands and some will tell you when you full of sh!t. I dont think I have been the best company always for the last several months, but my battery of therapists don't seem to care. Star, Casper, Midnight, Klein Tequila, Buck and my boy Britannica (My Adventure Horse - The Horse I gallop in my dreams). Thanks guys and gal (Midnight is the gal in the crowd).

Here's to new and good things

Lost my coat of many colours and feeling naked

The mantle of a fairytale marriage

I wore a coat of many colours

The colour of a husband,

The father

The provider

The good son in law

The spiritual head

Tatters remain now,

Piece for piece, it had been stripped away.

Neither husband nor son in law

The provision not enough

Spiritually perhaps I will find a different god from the one I knew

I feel naked and tired.

one piece of coloured cloth remains

that of the father

perhaps faded in my childrens eyes

Stitching a new coat together from what remains

adding new colours I hope to find some vibrancy and identity

I know I cannot do it alone

The threads provided by a support system I stand in amazement of

From the East Rand to the Eastern Cape

From the West Rand to the posse who have never read this blog who span across to the Western United states

From the Northern Suburbs to the Netherlands.

To my Boet and M.

To my precious and fragile little ones.

I thank you all. It is good to know I have never walked alone.