mr. solly ~ groomed and ready
getting more acquainted (photo by, tina)
losing my fears by the minute (photo by, tina)
lunging with mr. chance (photo by, tina)
and...the muppet of my dreams~ renaldo!
(he is fond of my bag of apples)
it is said that everyone grieves differently. that grief is a process. that it will catch you off guard over and over again. my process has felt like falling down a well, causing me to feel un~well and reclusive. not being one to easily ask for help, it has taken some time to devise a plan of how to climb back out.
i began with the simplest of silent prayers to no one in particular~ "please help me." i asked this over and over for days and weeks.
along with my prayers, i knew instinctively the way out of the well included horses. but the lift up and out would require losing my baseless fear of them. overcoming one fear to soothe another.
so, i asked for help.
and miss tina answered with generosity and compassion and her 2 rescued horses. this is my second week of meeting her at the big barn with 11 apples split into bites. i've learned to put a harness on both her horses, to walk beside them, to groom them and shift with them when they fidget. today we worked the lunge line.
already, i can feel a change. more courage, more calm, more willingness to speak up. i am beginning to see the light.