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So, as most of you know, I spent my early years horse-crazy, culminating in my parents finally getting a horse for me when I was almost 11 (after 7 years of "Can I have a pony, please?" I am nothing if not persistent.)
That horse - well, technically pony, and dear Gods, but she thought like one - was my beloved Dorothy. I'm not sure I could talk about her any better than I did in 2003 (around the 5th anniversary of her being put down.) So go read that here if you want to know why she's such a hard act for any horse to follow.
Dot is how I learned to meditate. How I learned to let my brain go, and just be, and experience. How I learned to breathe deeply when I was doing something else. How to get my brain out of the way of my body, and how to adapt and accomodate another being.
People keep asking me about why I haven't gone back to riding. And my answer, in brief, has been "It's complicated." It's partly about time - the occasional trail ride or even a once a week lesson won't satisfy the parts I want back, for one thing. And it's been partly about money. And it's partly about trying to fit it in with the rest of my life. But there's all sorts of other bits.
And I think.. I'm finally almost in a place where I can do something about that. Or, at the least, where I can have a 2-3 year plan for doing something about it, that might actually work. (And hey, now that I've finished grad school, and gotten a nice stable job, and am within sight of paying off debt, I need a new long-term plan, right?)
( Much more below, likely to delight those of you who love my deep practical processing posts )
That horse - well, technically pony, and dear Gods, but she thought like one - was my beloved Dorothy. I'm not sure I could talk about her any better than I did in 2003 (around the 5th anniversary of her being put down.) So go read that here if you want to know why she's such a hard act for any horse to follow.
Dot is how I learned to meditate. How I learned to let my brain go, and just be, and experience. How I learned to breathe deeply when I was doing something else. How to get my brain out of the way of my body, and how to adapt and accomodate another being.
People keep asking me about why I haven't gone back to riding. And my answer, in brief, has been "It's complicated." It's partly about time - the occasional trail ride or even a once a week lesson won't satisfy the parts I want back, for one thing. And it's been partly about money. And it's partly about trying to fit it in with the rest of my life. But there's all sorts of other bits.
And I think.. I'm finally almost in a place where I can do something about that. Or, at the least, where I can have a 2-3 year plan for doing something about it, that might actually work. (And hey, now that I've finished grad school, and gotten a nice stable job, and am within sight of paying off debt, I need a new long-term plan, right?)
( Much more below, likely to delight those of you who love my deep practical processing posts )
