I've written about "my" lion many times here and elsewhere. He is one of four, 2 pairs, at the Peristyle in City Park. My guy has an expression that I just don't see in the others...a wisdom, a strength. When I sit on him, he has the magic to return me to the innocent days of childhood in a heartbeat and make me feel my most powerful in my life today at the same time. I see him most mornings when I ride. Sometimes, I stop just to take photos. Sometimes, I stop just to ride or pat him. When I used to stop before the storm, I would also rest my cheek on his, close my eyes, and then kiss him on the nose when I left.
It was a habit I carried with me to my tunnel in France. No lions there, but there is an indentation in the back archway of my tunnel that is centered and my perfect cheek height. The feel of the stone on my cheek carried me to wherever I needed to be. I felt his magic and more of my own.
It doesn't look like I'll be getting back home to France this year, but if I can't , I'm sure you'll see me in City Park most mornings with my lion among the roses, doing what comes naturally anywhere in the world.
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