I ran into a friend yesterday, before my solo ride with Tumbleweed, and as we were talking, she said that she is happy to now be "older and wiser" and confident in her horsemanship, and knowledge of her own horse. She rode away on her beautiful boy, and they did, indeed, look like a great partnership.
But it left me wondering, Am I older and wiser?
That question rattled around in my brain all day.
Tweed and I had a great time together. We started at the obstacle course, where he was able to open and close the rope gate for the first time ever. He opens real gates like a PRO, but the rope gate has always freaked him out.
Not yesterday.
Does that make me wiser? Or, does it make him wiser?
Today, the answer finally came to me.
No, I'm not wiser.
Life, and horses, are always knocking me off of whatever perch I think I've ascended to. I am most often as helpless as a baby, and as vulnerable, too.
But I don't let that stop me. In fact, I always feel like I'm starting again.
Starting, and starting, and starting...forever.
Tumbleweed and I did a short ride alone together, and when it was done, I replaced the screensaver on my phone.
We are starting again, again.
New ears. New eyes. New journey.
