The magical thing about horses is how they can melt away the sorrow and stress of life. These last few days have been some of the most emotionally challenging I have ever experienced – a flurry of despair and confusion and bitterness and sorrow, topped off with exhausting 12-hour work days and our whole family’s stress about my sister and uncle who are about to undergo the knife for a live liver transplant. Losing Storm brings back so many emotions of losing my horse Bo several years ago. That anguish will always be in my heart.
I visited Hemie last night. I had a cry with my trainer who helped put Storm and Jessica together, and then Hemie did what horses do best – live in the moment. I’m sure he sensed my emotional state, but instead of getting antsy he was a hard working, loving boy. We had a nice dressage ride capped off with the words every student wants to hear from their trainer: “You’re ready! It’s time for you to go to a dressage show.”
My beautiful Bohemian, thank you for being there for me.
Some people can move on faster than others. Maybe I’m slower than most. I dunno. But life has a way of marching on and taking you with it. My family is coming to my place tonight to spend quality time together before the flights out to Pittsburgh and the liver surgery this coming week. Plus this weekend we’re moving barns which is going to be an adjustment. The new place doesn’t have tack cubbies so I’m sure I’m going to have to buy some racks and trunks and other expensive things. The saddlery is having their annual mega sale, with my good friend Shadney visiting from up north. Hopefully the weekend will bring me some relief Or at least some quality sleep.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.