That was the sound my body made as I hit the ground in the outdoor sand arena, yea for it was even on little Mo, only Mo, No Problem it’s Just Mo, Oh I Used To Ride Mo When I Was a Beginner, Mo Who Is Not Gabby . . .yes, it was that Mo and he spooked sideways and off I went. It was worse than December (although obviously not too bad or I wouldn’t be here using both my left and my right hands) because I was wearing short sleeves (my elbow is skinned and I’m working on a charming bruise) and because the ground was harder. And I also think Mo spooked faster and moved with more alacrity than Gabby did because he’s a smaller horse. So what they say is true: you can find yourself in mid-air when you’re riding a little guy. It took me a bit longer to let go the reins this time — I actually saw my own hand (left) holding then. I knew it wasn’t worth doing but my hand held on anyway. I also hit harder this time (see above) and had to lie still and think about things for a moment before I got up. I knew I was breathing and not paralyzed or dead, so I raised my hand and waved at the air, the sun, anyone who might be watching, and God bless her, a nice young woman dismounted and held Mo for me while I staggered upright.
I was amazed at my first physical sensation — thirst. I was so thirsty I thought I couldn’t stand it and wanted to gulp water. Then I wanted to cry, so I walked Mo back and forth and let a few tears out and that seemed to do the trick. I didn’t want to cry anymore so I got back on and walked him. I tried to ask Mo to trot and we did kind of shuffle-trot in a circle, but I realized I couldn’t make myself. When I grazed him, he was kinda pushy and I wasn’t pushing back, so that was interesting too.
I think I came off because, 1) Mo spooked and 2) I wasn’t paying proper attention. I noticed that he got faster all of a sudden, but that happens sometimes and usually doesn’t signify anything — he likes to go fast. I was mulling over in my mind, “Gee! I wonder what this uptick in speed is all ab–” and then I was flying through the air. Flying down, but flying.
There is so much to master with these creatures! Mastery of them, mastery of ourselves! It’s endless!