Yesterday, after a fun Hunter Pace with the NBG and the Donkey, I hurried to put away Sugar, my tack and clean the trailer (notice I did not say clean my tack). It was going to be a rush event, I had more things to do and places to go before sunset. The urgency of completion and accomplishments owned my serenity. Must get things done!
|Nothin' bettah than a girl with her hoss!|
('nother pinto pony, not Sug)
There on the hill, sitting comfortably in a chair with horse grazing nearby was the image of cool relaxation with just a hint of horse bonding. It said... "Come here... take a load off your mind... enjoy the beauty of the day, the coolness of early fall and sit a spell... watch magic and dreams unfold at the City Barn... rest and be still..."
Life for the "workaholic" is always on the go. And, stuff left undone just stimulates the lust for more time... I went home determined to finish what was still to be done. That image haunted me. You see, Sugar was turned out in her paddock still a bit dirty from the Hunter Pace, Da Boys were growled at for their misbehavior earlier on and I was grumpy, tired and as dirty as Ms Sugar, but there was much more to be done.
That image haunted me... What if? What if I went home, showered, took a nap and made a nice dinner for myself? Would the undone find it's way to harass me? What if... zzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
And Sugar was greeted at 8:30 that evening with Da Boys in tow. She received a spa grooming, her evening treats and a good bit of cheer. The tack is still dirty, the dishes undone and maybe the first section of the First Piece will not be clear cutted in time for the first hunt. But, I ended my day smiling and cuddling with Da Boys...
Sometimes, you have to take the message... "Rest and be still!"