Day 36: Running blind

Those of you that have ridden horses- whether competitively or in the little pony rides round at the zoo- would know how phenomenal it is to ride. They are such gentle creatures that are so sensitive that they appear to read your minds. There's something reassuring about these horses, they are powerful creatures, unbridled by the savages of the modern demands of time, yet so very gentle, that each of their nuzzle caresses and loves. They are such ancient souls, really.

I had a horse, his name was Mac. He was a gorgeous stallion that was way too high for my tiny self; too fast for me to really stay firmly on my straddle; too powerful for me to really be able to fully keep him under control. But he knew that I was a novice rider, he seem to sense that this tiny girl, totally fearful of heights and too much wild speed needed him to know what he was doing. Half the time I didn't even know where I was headed, so needed Mac to be privy to those little details.

And he did. He reigned in his sheer power to a managable pace, he would be sure to stand absolutely still till I was nicely mounted, he would steadily push my comfort zone- picking up pace moderately, moving from walking to trotting, to cantering then a full out gallop. And because he took me into consideration I learnt to ride, to jump, to gallop...

I've been running blind for a long while, I think. And thanks to you Macs in my life, you've kept me safe and sound. I've learnt to ride, to jump and even to gallop under your patient tutlege. Thank you.