Recuperating

Whilst I get used to walking again, she grazes all day long.

I was due to be on holiday from work this week, however I cancelled the leave booking. Why recuperate in my own time? I can work from home very effectively, and have done so.

The downside will be going four months between time off work other than the hospital visit. I'm going to be pretty frazzled by the time that I do get another week off work. My project is very busy.

I need to go into the office tomorrow, interview a prospective candidate and chair a critical meeting. That is against medical advice, which is to stay around home. There again, sooner or later I'll get on a horse against medical advice.

An odd thing about not riding is that hardly ever do I look at the weather forecast. There is no point in looking.

I saw the physiotherapist today. She reckons that I'm having less trouble than most people who have arthroscapy procedures. Her view is that mine was performed after a clear need was indicated by the MRI scan, whereas many more are essentially investigative in nature and stir up as much trouble as they cure. Anyway I came home with a list of useful stretches to perform.

Walking the dog - probably against medical advice - it was clear how the leaves are beginning to turn. I saw the change in colour, and I felt it too. The change, slow at first but soon to accelerate, began to draw forth emotions too soft and fine to feel with crude fingers or dull eyes. It must sink in, and the response drift up to a surface made still by inner tranquility.

I absorbed the falling temperatures and the earlier dusk. If I could, I'd begin to grow a winter coat.

There is an emotional response to the seasons, not something as simple as depression at the darkness but a sense of connection. I am a part of this world. As it changes, so shall I. Let me reflect a collective unconscious formed over millennia.

So now the thoughts that thinly permeate consciousness ask whether food and fuel are stockpiled, as ancestors prepared these things. It seems strange just to visit the shops as in summer, or to turn up the heating. As I know myself better I want to change with the seasons.

Being semi-mobile I want to move, for I am too young to sit in a comfortable chair and be wise. I'll work at absorbing the Wise Old Man as I did Shadow and Anima (and still absorb their tail ends), but I don't want to stop moving quite yet. And when I do slow down to sit and share thoughts, it's not a town that I want to be in. No, I want to see and feel the seasons, enjoy and appreciate them, love and respect them.

Comments

[funder]

Glad to hear you're recovering well. I think listening to your body and moving when it feels ok is far better than just sitting or laying around waiting to heal.

No color changes here yet. I've heard that the aspens in the Sierras are starting to change - hoping to ride up there on Monday.

It does feel good in a really primal way to have firewood and hay set aside for winter. I know you must be so glad that you don't have to put up tons of loose hay!

[Horseideology]

Brena looks so fit and powerful in these photos! I for one would like to see fall coming on this side of the pond.

[White Horse Pilgrim]

I think that I could sit and wait a long time to heal. Moving about is better. However I'm sleeping lots to reinforce the healing process.

The colour change seems a little early. It may be that cool weather set it off. It's good not to be handling loose hay! But I seem to have more primal feelings the older that I get - or maybe I am just better at spotting them?