The last time I felt this tired, it was due to a life-threatening, medical condition. Motherhood and loving horses are not for the faint of heart!
Nothing went as I planned when I planned this trip. I thought it would be too long, and yet I find myself scrambling.
I am so afraid for my horses–moving like jellyfish in the ocean of my life, at the mercy of currents they cannot control.
Tris put his two front feet in the trailer of his own accord for the first time in the fifteen years I’ve known him and I cried.
The first time my sweet Sunshine rode a horse, it was in the same driveway where I first rode a horse when I was three years old. Best of all, my dad was there to watch and help, just as he watched and helped me nearly thirty years ago. Tristan was every bit as good to her as Missy was to a very little me. : )
I am looking forward to a long, dark, quiet winter full of coffee, momming, writing, coffee, knitting, horses, coffee, dogs, and more snowy, northeast adventures.
I have so much more to write it’s silly, but not one more millimeter of head or heart space to give to words until my horses are safely on the other side of their incredible journey. Please keep them in your thoughts, by early October we should all be safely together again where we belong. : )