Yesterday the World inspired me with what it had to show me. I was sitting relaxing under a beautiful old oak tree in a wildlife preserve area and off in the distance I saw a group of riders coming my way. Their horses were moving towards me at quite a determined clip and they had my total attention.
I used to ride back in the day, and it was the most exhilarating feeling to have the wind flying through my hair as the hooves pounded beneath me. The creak of the saddle leather, the smell of those sweaty shoulders in front of me, those delicate ears constantly swinging back to check on me then flipping forward to watch the terrain flying up to meet us, the mighty burst of power when I recklessly asked for more speed....aahh....that was living! I was a teenager back then and absolutely fearless on a horse as most teenagers are.
As these riders swung out from the oak grove and into the parking lot beside me I saw they were all women. The first couple dismounted and allowed their horses to drink in the watering tank and the others lined up in couples behind them, patiently waiting their turn. As they swung off their sweaty steeds it became apparent that most of these ladies weren't teenagers. In fact, several of these bold riders probably were grandparents to teenagers. They looked very stiff, quite sore, and yet I didn't not hear any complaints. Their faces were beaming with pride and they petted and loved on their gentle partners, pulled the saddles off and fed them treats.
|"Was it as good for you as it was for me?"|
|Heading home for a hot shower.|