With respect to Rumi I've passed that point of ceaseless clawing for enlightenment. Perhaps it was easier to do that in the desert? Now I know that this is a journey and life is about putting one foot in front of another (or getting a horse to do that for me) eyes open and perception keen whilst not denying oneself moments of dreaming.
That way occasional enlightenment falls at my feet ready to be spotted (hopefully...) by intuition.
I slipped out to the field at lunchtime when no-one else was there. There is a barely expressible joy in being out there with the horses. The field opened up like a void, a great open space where, so it seemed, I could lose myself. There was meaning, not expressible in equations or facts but through the simple triangle of nature, a horse and I. The beauty of this was tangible.
Oh, well, as Carl Jung wrote: every civilized human being, whatever his conscious development, is still an archaic man at the deeper levels of his psyche. A part of me reaches back towards ancient rustic origins. And why not? I like that a part of me.
Then it was back to the day's task, planning how to assemble a bid for a large construction project. It is due to be submitted in December. I have a sense that much of my year will be shared between that bid and riding - the one of course paying for the other.
Doru came over to the gate for carrots, standing in the muddy corner where twice daily he stamps and paces impatiently at feeding time. There is a vitality about him and a liveliness to his eye. It's good to see the old fellow happy in retirement.
Just a day more to work before the weekend. Is it a sign of ageing that time seems to pass so quickly? But work gives me much to think about. I like to think. There are problems to solve and solutions to write up. That does help time to slip by.
Now the weekends are pressed into service getting Brena ready for trail rides. In perhaps two months time we'll be going further by trailer and exploring new trails: some new to her, others new to both of us. Brena will cover more miles than Doru did. It's an exciting thought. For now the preparation is keeping me busy.
The next think will be to take her to wide open spaces and see how she copes. I want to work on nice steady trots then sensible collected canters. Plus I need to get used to a mare who, by her nature, moves faster than her predecessor.
Then we'll work on woodland. There are some pleasant trails through belts of trees. Here we come upon other users and obstancles more quickly so it will be an exercise in calmness and observation.