i don’t have the words to explain all the thunderstorms in my heart today. but on this rainy afternoon, if i could pick a moment in my life to go back to, this would be it.
long’s peak
because this world is meant to be seen. because when you lift your eyes, you lift your being. because for an equestrian, the words “eyes up” are inevitably followed by “heels down.” and this is the essential process of balancing: you look forward, but settle your roots precisely where you are in this moment. you cannot be balanced otherwise. eyes up: be alert; heels down: be present. this is it. here you are. don’t spend your time looking down at the earth when you will soon enough be in it. eyes up!
“If you got a taste of it, if you got a taste of what I’m talking about, you couldn’t get enough of it. You’d rather do that than eat. You may spend your whole life chasing that, and that’s possible. But it’s a good thing to chase.” - Buck Brannaman
hey lady!
lucy ws not pleased with her life today
Lucy says, “fifty degrees and raining is my favorite weather to go riding in!”
reason #847 lucy & i are soulmates: this face
lucy is my favorite person
it was a good week.
early october mornings at the barn
Poor Lucy was having boy problems today, and I didn’t know how to help her. Geyser, my trainer’s 17.2 Dutch warmblood totally worth drooling over, took off tearining across his paddock to catch Lucy’s attention - he was prancing and bucking and being a total manly man. At his first movement in her general direction, though, Lucy panicked and did a flying leap, hiding herself behind me. I had no advice to offer. I panic around boys too. Maybe that’s why we get along so well.
Lucy also remains unconvinced that she is, in fact, a horse. The revelation that she is not a giraffe came as an extraordinary shock. She’s clearly not an elephant, because elephants never forget, and Lucy (like any green horse) is exceptionally forgetful. It’s distinctly possible that she is an octopus, because she canters as if she has eight legs and I found seashells in her hooves this morning.
She also doesn’t eat apples unless they are sliced. I told you we would make a lady of her! She still goes wild for animal crackers, though. Baby steps.
on wednesdays, loose lucy goes to charm school. she’s an uncivilized horse, but we’ll turn her into a lady.
my pretty friend morgan is engaged! heavens, are we really this old?
Hi friend!
