For the most part, I have given up riding. But every once in a while I get that urge... It isn't something I can control. It is a deep down part of who I am. Last week, I got the urge. I didn't have my saddle, so I just grabbed my bridle and slipped it on. I led Boomer to the fence and climbed up to the top rail. I spent a few minutes petting him and running my hands along his back and neck. Feeling him, feeling his mood. He was calm and happy. I slid my leg over and was surprised at how round and flat his back was. We walked out along the path as Charley raced ahead. I tangled my fingers in his mane and left the reins just loose enough for Boomer to look around. It was a breezy afternoon and I wore a sweatshirt. The breeze lifted the smell of horse up to my nose and I breathed in deep. We walked around the pond and I was happy. So indescribably happy. I was also nervous and on edge, but it was more of an awareness than fear. I felt no fear. I felt happy. We walked back towards the barn and I slid off, wrapping my arms around his neck. Thanking him. Thanking him for being. For allowing me to be.
I have noticed a change in Boomer. He seems happier. He is calm and comes to me with his ears forward when I enter the pasture. Just today, he pushed his nose into the halter to help me get it on- he had never done that before. We went for another walk today. I thought about riding, but didn't have the urge. So, we just walked. It was peaceful and fun. We took our time and I held horse apples while he snacked. Charley got muddy in the pond and ran around like a happy dog.
I am starting to understand enjoying life just for the sake of enjoyment. Things aren't always what you assumed they would be. Sometimes they are better.