Back in the Tack

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Annual Trail Rides: 71/200

A slow week as I was bedridden for 5 days. I finally made it to the barn on the 6th day in the pouring rain and I groomed my beautiful horse to a shine. By the 7th day I tacked up, with a bit of trepidation and went for a ride. I kept the reins on the buckle and chose to trust my horse, and boy did he deliver!

We had lovely trots and canters amidst the walkers and Q charmed the pants over everybody that stopped to talk with us. I tell his budding fanclub to hold their hands out like a plate and he proceeds to licking them. Yesterday a lovely lady who was completely enamored, started backing away and Q kept following her for one more lick. She was in love.

Ive finished my third Rashid book, and I absorbed the lesson of lightness vs softness, and the importance of joy. Yesterday I was filled with joy, patting and scratching his neck everytime he guessed my intentions right. 

My horse was the right prescription for my day. 


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  1. TeresaAMay 2, 2021 at 3:36 PM

    And just like that it’s green everywhere. I’m glad you are feeling better.

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  2. Nat DMay 3, 2021 at 12:36 PM

    Me too! Had another lovely ride yesterday. Bring on the green of spring!

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