It’s not pretty. It’s not polished or smooth or comfortable. It’s not easy. In fact, so far it is a helluva lot harder than I thought it would be. Blame it on a learning curve. This one like a tsunami The horses and I are out of shape, over the hill, and wondering whose idea was this anyway?

I left this:

For this:

But along the way, we catch glimpses of generosity, curiosity, kindness and hospitality. Glimpses of restoring  trust and faith in humanity.  Glimpses of what it might feel like to get in the groove. Give it time.  Give it time.  In the meanwhile, there is alternating between bouts of frustration and self doubt,  and this overwhelm of gratitude, awe and love. For my husband.  My horses.  My family.  My friends.  Strangers who aren’t so strange.  And this land,  this truly beautiful land.

Keep riding. Keep trying. Trust and believe. Try to remember to smile when what you want to do is cry. Reach out. God that helps. Connection. People. You. That’s a new realization for me.

And then we find this:

And the horses tell me, this is far enough. And I tell them, a little reluctantly, but my darlings, we have only begun.

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