January 2019 brought the first anniversary of Dad's death. I relived every day of the two weeks prior, from his first day in the hospital until the end. It feels like my memory has saved every detail. We all march on.
With the promise of a new job that will give me more time outside and in the stable, I climbed aboard the horses a few times. Ehren happily toured the property with me and we looked into the snowy forest together, but Ludi did what he does best: demands ALL of my attention so that I am pulled into the present moment.
With the promise of a new job that will give me more time outside and in the stable, I climbed aboard the horses a few times. Ehren happily toured the property with me and we looked into the snowy forest together, but Ludi did what he does best: demands ALL of my attention so that I am pulled into the present moment.
'Hightailing' it
What begins with hope for a quick ride, just to stretch the horse and confirm that I still have some muscle tone and skill, deteriorates into feeling a stir-crazy horse underneath me that is too excited to concentrate at all. I get off and let him burn the energy off on the longe line and a large circle. "Never fight the oats" as the wise old horsemen say, which means you cannot force a horse's high energy to submit to your will. The horse will dictate your agenda, and you must be smart enough to adapt. There is plenty of time for a great ride, just not today!
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