I worked on a story in Cherryfield this morning - and I met a wonderful woman who loves horses and children; In the barn at the stables she operates, she was surrounded by women of various ages, all grooming their Appaloosas, getting into high boots and helmets. The horses whinnied, stomped the barn floor and swished their tails. The girls giggled, passed stories back and forth, and finally walked the horses to the arena.
Around and around they went. Back and forth. Walking the horses at a canter; having them sidestep. Not a grumble. Not a complaint. Just smiles.
There is something right in the world when a young girl is riding a horse. She is tall. She pulls her shoulders back. She is confident. She is powerful. She is in control.
I wish the girls could hold that self-awareness, that confidence, always, on and OFF the horse.
3 comments:
So true! I love the riding habits too, they are so classic and how could you not feel glamorous in them! ~Lili
Sometimes we need that special thing to make us feel special.
How lucky she is to have you as a friend! Prayers for her and her loved one!
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