She's here. She's been here since last Saturday and every morning before I got to work I feed her a carrot or an apple and I bid her a good day. It's been a very warm November since Autumn came home. The sun has been bright and the air seems crisp.
I had the opportunity to ride for the first time in nearly three years. It was magic. It was amazing. It was serene and peaceful and I can't believe I waited so long.
The routine of brushing was familiar as was lifting the saddle to place it gently on her back. Adjusting the saddle pad and slowing tightening the girth. It brought a quiet contemplation to my day. I was excited, but I was excited like I was the day Brent and I got married. It was a peaceful, quiet excitement that comes with the knowledge that this is a good fit, a great match and will only enrich your life.
As I hoisted myself up into the saddle and settled in we clicked. I think we both remembered and we both relaxed to enjoy the simple pleasure of each other's company.
We walked. We ambled around the farm. We checked the fence lines, front yard and fifteen acre hay field out back. The gentle rocking of her pace and my body were matched evenly and I started to look around at the field. I had wonderful memories of riding this same field with Sam and having an amazing connection.
I remember sneaking off to ride at night. I remember galloping through the open field with the wind on my face making my eyes water. I remember smelling the damp earth, rotting leaves and crisp autumn air.
I am so lucky. I am so lucky to relive these happy memories and create new adult memories at the same time.
Everyone always said I could come back to riding later in life after I did so many other things like: finishing my education, getting a job, getting married, having a family, raising my children and triumphing in a fabulous career.
My life didn't work out that way and I'm incredibly grateful for surprises even if I didn't like some of them at the time. Time heals even if at the time you don't think you will ever feel joy again.
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