falling at a gallop
This Fall was hard on so many levels. Did I tell you that I went back to school? Traditionally it is my busy season at work but being short staffed compounded an already high stress time and without an indoor, I struggled to do it all. In my mind, whatever I did fell short of doing a good job on anything.
Maisy and I were doing ok, getting better but I still felt that we were missing a connection... I was still just riding her, just learning about her, just trying to get it all done and on to the next day. There was no time.
Our first fox hunt was a bit of a bust... Someone said that Virginia hunt country horses have some adjusting to do when switching from the big open fields and live hunting to the narrow wooded paths and the stop/start of our New England drag hunting. I decided to skip hunting her this season and begin again in the Spring or Fall of next year.
Sugar was a bit of a challenging horse with her Mariah Carey/diva-like stance on life. And, there are umteem posts within this blog chronicling them. What Sugar was, without a doubt, was an amazing Hunt Horse! I could take her anywhere to hunt and she would be the same - cantering on a dime, would jump everything safely and accurately, would watch the field ahead slow when they slowed and gallop when they galloped, could hold hard and would stand at the check on a loose rein.
|My big lovable grey pony!|
None of this ache pulled from the love and happiness I had with Maisy. That is the conundrum. I could still mourn for what I had and still love what I have. All in good time...
Last night, I jumped Maisy for the first time since October. At first, I felt totally stressed, tight and worried that I would ruin my green, eager jumper with my rusty anxious self. The first jump was... um... not pretty (ok, not quite ugly). And, as we were guided, I became softer, more secure and slowly lost the anxiety. In the end, I was riding and working with Maisy... I became a trainer and not a passenger.
The Ghost of Jumping Past was gone and, Her Grayness and I really saw the Ghost of Jumping Present and Future.
It is about time...