Musing

Starting over .... Starting over is something I do often. I do something for a while, then things happen, life goes on and on, the world turns, as the song says, and then I find that it's been a long time, a few months, a few years, quite a few years, and I decide to start over. I rode my first horse when I was seventeen, while I was living in Africa I had my own horse for a few years, then the children needed my attention, I lost wonderful Bodeo to old age and never really bonded with the horse I bought after him, so I stopped, thinking I'd get back to riding some day. And then realized that I was fifty-six and if I didn't do it then, I'd better stop kidding myself. So I started over and today I have a lovely little French trotter mare who's so willing and kind that I immediately called her Sweetie Pie. She's young and just learning to canter. Which means that I have to stretch my abilities to ride in a way that helps her learn.