We picked ourselves up and tried again. Over and over.
We did something I don’t normally do.
We sought help.
We failed some more and learned some more.
I have had this horse for six years now.
We are still learning. Me from him, him from me.
This is home now. A small farm in the middle of a super small town, less than an hour from where I grew up. It is odd to me that I spent my entire young life dreaming of ways to get the hell out of where I came from, only to end up right back there, more or less. And even more odd that not only does it make me happy, but that I sought it. Craved it. Fought to make it happen.
Life is a circle. If I look back far enough, the only things that meant something to me as a wee little girl are still the only things that mean something to me now. False priorities will float in and out of your life, but what matters is like honey. It’ll stick somewhere, even if sometimes you have to search and dig to find it.
Takoda is 13 now. He’s not “perfect” by any means. But he’s a pretty good horse. And I’m a pretty good person so I guess we still match up well. We’ve once again logged countless miles on the trails around our place. He still hates arena work but we still do some of it. We are hoping to get a small indoor ring up within the next year or so. The winters are unforgiving here and our time gets cut short due to that. I’d like to rectify that situation. The land is beautiful. Long, rolling fields surrounded by woods. Trails through both with lots of interesting wildlife and other stuff to keep us on our toes. He has three friends now. His BFF from our former life, another horse by the same owner, and my husband’s horse. It is a nice, small herd and they all get along well enough. The most drama we normally have is from the cranky BFF or the inevitable buddy sour issues that happen in such a small equine family.
So, time marches on and I try unsuccessfully to slow it down. Funny how that works, or doesn’t. Best to just enjoy the ride.
In Loving Memory
...of the first horse to hold my heart