So, you may not have noticed but I have been absent. Dare I say life got in the way of the blog? Well it did.
Although I still have a broken wrist and I'm wearing a brace and it hurts, I feel free after nearly six weeks in a knuckle to elbow cast. I've been busy with life, leaving me uninterested in the computer for a few days. Strange the almost intoxicating effect this illusion of freedom gave me.
I spent two days at a Natural Horsemanship clinic. Unheard of for me to allow myself such a luxury of time, but being rid of the horrid cast but still not able to handle horses gave me permission to just do it!
My entire day on Tuesday was a process of mowing a long neglected lawn, interspersed with Kristina and a squirmy, slightly irritated Zing. Zing is like a professional athlete; a demanding personality that needs constant stroking as well as massage, acupuncture, poultice; you get the picture. Yesterday he didn't care for his girth. My job as his personal handmaiden has been neglected.
I had a fine time at the clinic, spending time with my friend Jean and watching the process involved in attempting to make people more comfortable with their horses. I walked away with one clear impression: it is very hard to be a horse. And they don't, by nature, want to hurt us. I think that's all I will say on that.
So I think I'm back.