Today was a gorgeous day, calm and peaceful. I would have loved to have gone hiking or some other epic activity, but thanks to the whole pay card debacle I need to be conservative with the cash I have on hand. The new card should be here anytime this week so I refuse to stress out about this.
Still the sun was shining, clouds were puffy, and the air had that glorious autumn tang to it. I hung out in sweats, drank coffee, and read a book from my every growing “to read list”. My studies in spirituality have taken on a whole new meaning lately. It gives me fulfillment and purpose.
The weather today reminded me of fall in New England. When I was a child my mom would take my sister and myself horse back riding. I can remember the name of almost every horse I’ve ever ridden:
*Pearl – I had the pleasure of a long trail ride when I was visiting my aunt.
*Rambo – My mom always took us to the same stable. It was there I got acquainted with Rambo. I thought his mahogany color was gorgeous.
*Arrow Head – I rode at camp until I asked for a new assigned horse.
*Jeffery – Was a royal pain in the butt and slightly over weight.
I loved riding so much that I was fortunate enough to go to a camp that offered riding. At first, I rode Arrow Head. He had a great personality, but his back was really boney and sharp even underneath a saddle blanket and a saddle. His physique become an issue when I learned how to post. My lacking sense of coordination made me go down when he was bouncing up. My rear end was sore for days on end.
My instructor had me switches horses. Jeffrey was great to learn posting on. His tubby middle left me no choice but to move in accordance with his gait. Posting was no longer a problem, but Jeffrey was so chunky I felt like I was doing the splits.
It’s been forever since I’ve been on a horse. Deedee had lessons a few years ago. I should take the girls out riding sometime. We could use some of that mother bonding time. I bet Snoochie would be a natural.