Entries from May 2006

May 25, 2006

Just One Thing

Ever feel like you wish you could remember Just One Thing from a certain experience, like your riding lesson? Just one thing.  Just one itty bitty thing that would actually stick in your brain and slop over into the next week.  I sure wish that would happen to me! 
Today, out at Avalon, I rode Stalker again [...]

May 24, 2006

For no particular reason

Since I’m so new at this and since my good friend Dawn likes WordPress, I’m changing blogging environments. No problems with Blogger at all. I do admit to enjoying the look of an add-free blog, even though advertisements about making money with blogs got my attention (but in an ironical sort of way — there’s [...]

May 20, 2006

Like a sack of Potatoes

The Potato
Last week, Leah commented on my stiffness and tension as I was riding Stalker.   *sigh*.  I’ve been stiff and tense since  … well I was like that in the womb. It was a huge bother at the time to my mom and I was in several obstetric journals in 1960 due to the [...]

May 12, 2006

In My Ideal Stable

In my Ideal Stable, the birds fly quietly and invisibly, getting on with their bird-life which presumably includes the devouring of bugs. They swoop, yes, because they are birds and they have the right to swoop, but they do not flutter in a way that spooks the horses. They call to each other but without [...]

May 8, 2006

My Heart Leaps Up

When I watch a kid riding, I get taken out of myself. I’m full of happiness in a great, basic, rock-bottom sort of way. There’s nothing goopy going on here, I swear, nothing mawkish or sentimental. I’m amazed when it happens, the increadible rush of simple joy. And it happened this Saturday out in Plain [...]

May 3, 2006

On the Necessity of 12-year-old Girls

I realized how much I depend on 12-year-old girls when I first started taking lessons almost 2 years ago. I was getting the tack on my horse and I was fumbling or dropping things or doing something awkward when a girl (I think she was 12 — 14 at the most) asked me if she [...]