I woke up with my shoulders in my ears this morning. My to do list is out of hand what with Christmas just around the corner and my oldest due home on Friday. I have too much on my mental plate and need to blow off some steam.
In light of that, I took time out to ride today. I usually ride Prince on Tuesdays. (See photo) This time Janell let me ride Cowboy. Cowboy jacks with me most days, but not today. He’s not a bad horse, he just doesn’t like beginners. I’ve been riding for almost a year now and even though I cannot hold a steady gallop, I’m no longer a beginner. Something about my seat told him I could be trusted. He did everything I asked.
Horses need to be able to trust their riders as much as riders need to be able to trust their horses. It’s a two-way relationship. There is a life lesson in this I’m sure. Janell is teaching me how to race barrels as well as jump. Once I learn those, it’s on to roping cattle. I’m becoming a real cowgirl. I’m 46. This is crazy. And oh so much fun.
J-man wants to know how I can “race barrels” if we aren’t really going at a full gallop yet. He’s an are we there yet kind of fellow.
That’s an easy question to answer. We just do it. It’s not about the speed. At least not yet. It’s about form and it’s about trust. Once that foundation is set, the speed will come. Every hour I spend in the arena, I push myself to go a little bit faster for a little bit longer. I work my abs and my legs by holding them straight. My left leg keeps wanting to curl up underneath me for protection and that throws me off balance, holding it straight is a huge challenge. I work on keeping my eyes up and forward instead of on the ground. I sit as tall as I can and I let the horse go. Every day I ride, I borrow courage from the horse and make it my own.
Cowboy does not give an inch. Every step, every breath, every moment is earned with him. I rather like that.
I prefer to earn my own confidence than have it handed to me.
Cowboy will not let me lope one minute before I’m ready. His resistance is teaching about my own journey in life. So often we are in a hurry to arrive. Cowboy forces me to slow down, breathe deeply, check my seat, stay balanced and enjoy the ride.
In light of that, I’m taking the rest of the year off.
I hope you don’t mind it’s just that I’ve been in such a hurry to make Christmas arrive that I’m missing the journey.
No more twitter. (Ouchies.. I kinda like twitter)
No more Facebook. eh, they’ll live.
and No more Blog. At least not until 2012.
I hope you don’t mind.
I haven’t taken time to harvest the fruit from 2011 or to rest.
I need time to be.
To quote Anne Jackson, the internet will still be here in 2012. Have a blessed Hunakkah or Christmas or whichever you celebrate. I’ll see you in 2012.
Love and Laughter