Memories of the rider I was decades ago, galloping bareback, seat balanced in the bliss of ignorance. Thirty years later, there's a war between my mind's love of flying and my body's memory of falling. I just want to ride again without fear.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
And Also Moments of Bliss
File under introducing the wonder that is the horse to those who have never known them, never even touched them. One of my favorite parts of owning a horse, to have something so marvelous to share.
My Scout is a hussy. She has a thing for tall, dark men. It began with H.G., and she thought this friend was tasty, too.
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