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Courage doesn’t always roar…

See, there's this thing called biology...

I love lions dearly, certainly the real Lion from the tribe of Judah, but also the metaphorical ones written into  literature, Aslan of Narnia, and the cowardly lion in the wizard of Oz, the lion who didn’t know he was a lion and went seeking his “lost” courage from a wizard.

Lions are known as the king of the jungle, the king of the beasts, perceived as a symbol of power, of courage. They have spectacular teeth and a mighty roar. In literal truth, I am uncertain what “lion reality” actually looks like. These are all human perceptions we have subjectively projected onto lions, caricatures and characters we have created, based loosely on observing the king of the jungle.

I know someone who rather disapproves of lions, considering them a bad example, politically incorrect, because male lions sleep most of the day, while the females do all the hunting. We…

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I am a mother of 16 children and grandchildren. Some of them are by blood and the rest by heart. I was a foster mom for a few years and the children I cared for during that time have mostly stayed with me through the years. I love to write, read, dance, paint, and play with my animals. I enjoy dressage riding and just being in the barn. My words are my gift, as they allow you to know me as I really am. Thanks for joining me on this ride of life!

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