Saturday, December 12, 2009

[haflingerfriends] Re: A page from an 87 yr old horsewomen's journal

This is wonderful!! Thanks so much for sharing it. I want to be able to say at 87 "I still ride". And I'm so blessed to have a non-riding, non-horsey husband that loves our girl(Scharly) as much as me; that doesn't mind one bit or think I'm strange to go out and play with my golden horse. :o) I'll never forget how he didn't bat an eye this summer when Scharly was so ill at the horse hospital and we got the estimate on what it was going to cost. He just said "it's okay, she's part of the family." Oh yes, Eli is one of a kind.

Laura of Cal.

--- In haflingerfriends@yahoogroups.com, "ohiospacecowgirl" <mward98@...> wrote:
>
> This is a wonderful email I received, it's wonderful.
>
> A page from an 87 yr old horsewoman's journal
>
>
> I Ride
>
> I ride. That seems like such a simple statement. However as many women
> who ride know it is really a complicated matter. It has to do with power
> and
> empowerment. Being able to do things you might have once considered
> out of reach or ability. I have considered this as I shovel manure, fill
> water
> barrels in the cold rain, wait for the vet/farrier/electrician/hay
> delivery, change
> a tire on a horse trailer by the side of the freeway, or cool a gelding out
> before getting down to the business of drinking a cold beer after a long
> ride.
>
> The time, the money, the effort it takes to ride calls for dedication. At
> least I
> call it dedication. Both my ex-husbands call it 'the sickness'. It's a
> sickness
> I've had since I was a small girl bouncing my model horses and dreaming of
> the day I would ride a real horse. Most of the women I ride with understand
> the meaning of 'the sickness'. It's not a sport. It's not a hobby. It's
> what we
> do and, in some ways, who we are as women and human beings.
>
> I ride. I hook up my trailer and load my gelding. I haul to some trailhead
> somewhere, unload, saddle, whistle up my dog and I ride. I breathe in the
> air,
> watch the sunlight filter through the trees and savor the movement of my
> horse.
> My shoulders relax. A smile rides my sunscreen smeared face. I pull my ball
> cap down and let the real world fade into the tracks my horse leaves in the
> dust.
>
> Time slows. Flying insects buzz loudly, looking like fairies. My gelding
> flicks
> his ears and moves down the trail. I can smell his sweat and it is perfume
> to
> my senses. Time slows. The rhythm of the walk and the movement of the
> leaves become my focus. My saddle creaks and the leather rein in my hand
> softens with the warmth.
>
> I consider the simple statement; I ride. I think of all I do because I
> ride.
> Climb granite slabs, wade into a freezing lake, race a friend through the
> Manzanita all the while laughing and feeling my heart in my chest. Other
> days just the act of mounting and dismounting can be a real accomplishment.
> Still I ride, no matter how tired or how much my seat bones or any of the
> numerous horse related injuries hurt. I ride. And I feel better for doing
> so.
>
> The beauty I've seen because I ride amazes me. I've ridden out to find
> lakes
> that remain for the most part, unseen. Caves, dark and cold beside rivers
> full and rolling are the scenes I see in my dreams. The Granite Stairway
> at
> Echo Summit, bald eagles on the wing and bobcats on the prowl add to the
> empowerment and joy in my heart.
>
> I think of the people, mostly women, I've met. I consider how competent
> they all are. Not a weenie amongst the bunch.. We haul 40ft rigs, we back
> into tight spaces without clipping a tree. We set up camp. Tend the horses.
> We cook and keep safe. We understand and love our companions, the
> horse. We respect each other and those we encounter on the trail. We
> know that if you are out there riding, you also shovel, fill, wait and
> doctor.
> Your hands are a little rough and you travel with out makeup or hair gel.
> You do without to afford the 'sickness' and probably, when you were a
> small girl, you bounced a model horse while you dreamed of riding a real
> one.
>
> "My treasures do not chink or glitter, They gleam in the sun and neigh in
> the night".
>


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