|Drifter, the new man in my life.|
|Drifter is a very sweet old gentleman who is starting to show his age but still makes a great lesson horse!|
|Drifter's shedding his winter coat. You |
can see how much hair I groomed off him!
|Drifter loved having the hollows above his eyes rubbed!|
|Bear and Syd, two of the other school horses,|
touch noses over the fence.
|Syndicate, or Syd|
|This is what Syd looks like in action.|
|This is what Syd looks like when trying to determine if my camera is edible.|
I had an absolutely wonderful time during my hours grooming Drifter and ogling Syd and greeting Beacon and Bear. I can't fully explain how whole and quiet it makes me feel to stand before a large horse, his nose is brushing my chest and his eyes closed in pleasure as I caress his face or how competent, purposeful, and satisfied I feel as I briskly brush the loose hair out of a horse's coat. When I'm with a horse, I cease to feel sick and disabled, I forget I have limitations, my mind does not ramble away to think of other things: I am entirely present in the moment, just a human and a horse enjoying each other's company. There is no other time, ever, that I forget about the migraines. But being in the stable with Drifter--large, itchy, patient, friendly Drifter--frees me from the confines of myself so that I can simply be.
|Syd 'n' me. He's nuzzling and nibbling on my shoulder!|
From here on out, I can come by any day except Mondays or Wednesdays (Drifter gives lessons on those days) and spend as much time with Drifter as I want. I'm to remember to turn out the lights in the tack room when I'm done and leave the check for my lease payment on the desk in the office, but other than that, what I do is up to me. I can guarantee that Drifter is going to be enjoying Thursday afternoons from here on out and will be quite the well-groomed horse! I will be enjoying Thursdays, too, and look forward to those hours in his company being free of all thought of my disabilities.