Friday, July 8, 2016
I'm a Lover, Not a Fighter
No philosophy today, just the facts. Books are great, but they're no substitute for getting out on your horse and developing that unique one-to-one relationship, which sometimes defies logic.
Yesterday I got a ride in with my favorite cowboy.
He kind of looks like a badass in this picture, because he is. A few years back we were on a date night in the downtown and a very large, drunk man lunged at us from the shadows as we were walking along the sidewalk to a bookstore. I was scared to death and prepared to run, but my husband lunged forward at him and told him to the "Get the "F" away" and the drunk guy backed right down. Later, when we left the bookstore, the drunk guy saw us coming and walked across the opposite street to avoid my husband. Guess you could say I feel safe with him.
He gets things done with the horses, too. He's the one doing all the heavy lifting around here. The horses gravitate to him. They know a good leader when they see one. My husband is the definition of disciplined, and he tries to teach that trait to others.
Me, not so much. I like to ride horses, play my guitar, pet horses, play my piano, read about horses, plant some flowers. You could say I'm laid back, and you'd be right. So, I'm thankful to have a disciplined husband to balance me out.
I'm a lover, not a fighter.
Case in point:
On our ride yesterday, we came to a large log in the trail. Cowboy balked and would not cross over it. I didn't fight him. At this point in our long relationship, Cowboy and I have a truce. So, I let my husband lead the way over the log, then Cowboy followed, and he jumped it rather than walking over it. Okay, Cowboy, whatever you want.
I'm in this for the love.