second chances

img_1369 i started riding when i was seven years old -- it was the magical age after which it was deemed appropriate to start learning.

according to whom, i don't know, but there you have it.

riding horses in this country is an insane luxury and i'm thankful that i was able to get my start back in the Motherland where riding ponies wasn't something for the elite, rather it's something pretty much anyone can do.


years go by -- i run away and join the racetrack and ride fast horses for a living. #dreamjob.

then come kids and about 10 years without sitting on a horse.

then came Buzz....and a boatload of stories to untangle.

suddenly, it's all starting to fall into place.

it's as if we each are getting our second chance.

a second chance to be what feels right, deep down in our bones.


we took part in our first ever cross-country clinic this past Sunday.

it was only the second time either one of us had faced cross-country fences, and in rather more complex arrangements than we're used to.

my boy was all kinds of brilliant. even though we were the remedial pair in our group of more experienced horses and riders.

still, we rocked it.

but just in case you thought it was all rainbows and unicorns.....we discovered our kryptonite.


big, motherfu**ing ditches.

actually, only about a foot wide. ;)

[hopefully you can play it....our ghetto internets struggled with the vast 10 seconds of it]

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we got 'er done. eventually. you'd think it was an expanse the size of the Grand Canyon.

he's such a brave boy and he jumped his heart out for me.


i'm still glowing -- and aching all over* -- and my eyes are starry with the possibilities.

but also the challenges.

mostly, they're financial. now that i've set down the burden of guilt and worth, that is - and they were hefty obstacles.

but i'll figure it out.

B and the kids are in my corner and i've got some really good friends in our horsey world, without whom i couldn't have managed this much.

and when you're following your heart, things always have a way of working out.

patience, though.

i just wanted you to know that i've found my big magic.

it was there, all along.

just waiting for me to recognize it and remember.

and now that that's sorted, i have a feeling everything else will settle happily into place.

i also wanted to remind you....that whenever things get murky and the threads seem terribly knotted....

just remember to....


...and everything will be alright.

~m. xo

*falling off at 45 is rather a different feeling than falling off at 25. it's a happy sort of hurt, though. Rx. Advil, Arnica and red wine. :)