Letters - Laura Pittman

The Heart Maker

He could visualize each creature, from the young girl who would soon be born in Seattle to the baby fawn about to be enveloped by the looming shadows of Carolina pines. Pale speckled eggs starting to crack, puppies’ noses’ twitching for the scent of their mother. Everything blossomed like springtime, but with international oversight it was far more than seasonal.

Purpose came with needs, and He loved to intertwine the two. For the hummingbird, every heart would need to beat over and over with a spirit of joyful solitude for those long solo trips across endless skies. The cheetah’s chest would need pacing to blaze across the savannah without tire, its pulse matching the pounding of its paws on the dry foliage beneath, both ground and body too silent to let loose the secret presence.

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Tell Me You Feel It Too

The impossible longing to be ever more deeply connected. To see glimpses of the creatures that live wild and free and be reminded of the one who created them all.

Tell me you wonder If the belly of a catfish got to be so soft from years of mud caresses and smoothing waters, as though if you’d slip in there on a warm summer night you too would start to shed your armor and develop soft spots of openings to your soul.

Tell me you imagine—the moment you join your horse in the pasture, toss your feet up in the air and run as fast as you can, sweet air pumping into your lungs and flaring your nostrils with the same sense of reckless abandon you felt during your first passionate kiss.

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Grease Paint Passions

I had the opportunity to meet up with my friends at the Lazy H Ranch this past weekend. I arrived early and had a few moments to look around. The arena was freshly dragged, and the field mowed, leaving fodder behind for snacking horses. The cows in the pen swatted at flies, and the goats paced unaware of their impending summons.

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My Favorite Juxtaposition

As I got to know my husband Keith, I began to see how many things he was on the fence about in the best possible …

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Learning the Ropes

We live in a society where salesman exist everywhere, and promises are made that often hold little value. It seems as though even guarantees often have fine text that makes them null unless a laundry list of qualifying conditions is met. Despite the onslaught of money-making tactics, there are still some people, companies, and products worth the money and the time.

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When God Brought Me a Dog

I’ve loved dogs my whole life. From our family’s Australian shepherd who gladly directed our car up the driveway to the stuffed toys with floppy ears lining the floor of FAO Schwartz. I liked most anything with four legs, and horses held a strong allure, but there was just always something about a dog. I was fortunate enough to have parents who let us have a menagerie of pets, and when I went to college, I was constantly seeking out ways to spend time around animals.