Ok, maybe a little bit of cabin fever, too, but I’m feeling it.
Reading all those wonderful horsey blogs out there, knowing there are people in intimate contact with the mud and the muck and the hair and the hooves, immersing themselves in that indescribably spiritual warm smell of horse, makes me feel a little sad and sorry for myself.From Auntie Cookie’s Photo Stream on Flickr.
Disturbing evidence that I haven’t been in contact with horses in far too long:
1. My fingernails are clean
2. No bruises on my shins or inner thighs
3. My hair is free of horse slobber and bits of hay
4. Most days, I have a clean face
5. No helmet hair, yay.
6. No going back days later to dig out a boot stuck in icy mud and left behind
7. I have to dig out the Murphy’s Oil Soap to clean my counters because the smell is evocative and comforting
8. My washer is sadly free of horse hair and muck from washing saddle pads
9. No windburn on my cheeks
10. I haven’t seen the Mechums River and the rocks in ages. I love river crossings, slightly scary climbs up muddy, rocky hills, and the reward of glorious views, all shared with a warm, loving, sentient creature beneath me. When the two of us, both blowing visible warm air and breathing a little hard from the effort, stand together at the top of the hill, that feeling of shared accomplishment is irreplaceable.
Symptoms 1-9 offer plenty of opportunity to practice mindfulness and gratitude that these inconvenient side effects of horse life do not affect me for now. I am physically not able to do what’s necessary to acquire these things. I’m having trouble with #10.
To improve the situation, I’ve put a bridle on the hook in my entryway (smells so good!) so I get a look at it every time I go by. This reminds me that being horse-less is a passing phase. I’ve put clean saddle pads on the furniture where the cats like to sleep. Seeing them is comforting. Whenever I have to go out (excruciating!) I wear my DuBarry’s. Leg support, you know.
I might even have to give in and start watching my Parelli videos at night again. Somebody save me.
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