Truthfully, I should have tons to blog about. I've been out trail riding in the beautiful fall weather more often than previously thought, though less than I would hope. I have ridden with well schooled horses and riders, to green horses and riders, and sometimes a mix in between. Mr. Moon and I have covered many miles of grassy trails, enjoyed sunset rides and walks, and while I haven't schooled a single drop of dressage in weeks, I'm thrilled to be spending time with my bestest boy.
Last Thursday was a beautiful fall evening, and while there was some turmoil in my life pre-ride, nothing brought me back to the heaven on earth as tacking up Moon and galloping down the side of the road as the sun set behind us. We stood at a pasture fence and watched as horses galloped to the fence to greet us, and at one point, the sun was no more than a giant orange blaze on the horizon, and Moon and I galloped wickedly through a farmers field, tears streaming down my face and me laughing with pure exaltation.
Yesterday, it was another Sunday morning ride with a dear friend and another, into the beautiful park where the leaves have all changed color and are starting to fall from the tree branches. The canters we did, side by side, the ground rolling beneath us, were magic. And then the final gallop, where we let our horses out, and I raced one of my best friends down the side of the highway, our horses hooves pounding the ground, our breaths equalled paced to our mounts and both of us laughing and giggling like children on Christmas morn. It was bliss.
And so life has resumed some figment of normalcy.
So, a very good quote to end this, from Miss Marilyn Munroe...