A bright day dawned, a little misty, sun a bit watery, much as I would expect at the beginning of spring. Cool air, warm sun, that duality of March before the heat of summer takes over.
The countryside was soft and quiet. It was a pleasure to be out. Already arid summer extends her reach, The ground is losing that spring softness, for these chalk hills are dry by nature. The ground is dry, the grass dry and there is no surface water, neither stream nor pond. Hawks and kites circle, ready to punce upon creatures small and unwary. This is England, and yet it might not be. Some part of Middle Earth perhaps?
I went out for three hours riding in open country. Prompted by a friend I kept in mind the idea of canter = orgasm. Brena and I had the most fluid balanced cooperative fast work yet. There is something special about working in unison with a partner, saying “yes” together because we both want to, and just letting go. I guess that the equine equivalent of a cigarette is Brena stuffing her face from the nearest lush hedgerow. It also felt like a very safe ride where Brena and I were looking after one-another.There's partnership. So you have enlightened me, Becky. Thank you!
So, a fun ride. A journey across misty fields following trails camouflaged by copses and banks of thorn bushes. A fast ride in places too. A journey through beauty and tranquility. A ride during which ideas came home that simply would never be offered during a riding lesson. A ride that embodied wisdom and growth, then. A satisfying ride on several levels.
I really enjoyed this post. Much to think about.
Posted by: Laura Crum | March 25, 2012 at 02:21 AM
It's peculiar having my eyes open in the fifth decade of my life. Rewarding and fascinating. Sometimes surprising as a canter through mist.
Posted by: White Horse Pilgrim | March 27, 2012 at 10:31 PM