Being on horseback is my happy place, but more specifically, a horse I love.
Not just any horse. Not just any ride.
A ride where we look to each other for support.
That’s my version of heaven.
Katie was gone last week, and it gave me the chance to take three rides on my own. Two solo, one with a friend. Each around 3 hours total. That was good for Tumbleweed and we made a lot of progress with exposure.
On one ride (it’s where we go under the arched tree and ride through fields of knee high green grass) my mind went to a lovely place. I was humming the soundtrack “Heaven, I’m in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. And I seem to find the happiness I seek…” My mind, my attention, went deep into some other sphere.
A couple of birds flew up and Tweed spooked a da-dump, which instantly shook me out of my reverie. I laughed and reassured him that I was still there with him, but I wonder if he sensed that I was lost in thought, not really present and with him, and felt unsupported when the birds flew up.
At any rate, his da-dump was very mild and did not at all spoil my mood.
With Tumbleweed, on the trail is literally my happy place, my heaven, but I need to be more cautious about going too deep into it lest I be transported to the real heaven too soon.
I’ll leave you with some photos from around our place.
The old rust bucket planter
Roses
Peonies, that’s how you know it’s Memorial Day.
And one of the butterflies we raised with our grandson, Pilot. It’s our second batch of Painted Lady caterpillars. We successfully hatched four and released them to the world.
They flew off to their own fate, like we all do.
Happy Memorial Day!
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