Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Update From Hinterlands

So I hope this, like, works. This picture looks so itsy bitsy in editing mode. Anywho, my laptop is still sick but we think there might be a glimmer of hope: think of it as stem cell therapy in Russia but, really, maybe it's just a new hard drive. That will be a temporary solution as I've already commited myself to becoming iRobby and there is a Powerbook in my future this summer.

West Farthing is doing very well. In January he moved to Mobile to live with my trainer (since age 12!) and dear friend. A door had opened in her life and she was ready to have a horse. Never one to seek reward in the show ring, she taught me everything I know about method and correctness, and seeking affirmation through the process - not the points. To this day, 25 years later, I still enjoy the journey of training more than the experience of competing (though I still enjoy that too - but only when the horse is show-ready).

Despite my best intentions, my life was over-brimmed and I didn't feel like I was providing Wiffs the highest standard of life that he deserves. He is, after all, the Prince of All Things and somewhat requires a setting where this is recognized daily.

"Kismet," is a word that immediately comes to mind, and I believe in the power of acting on a gut instinct. Today WF enjoys a life that can only be described as idllyic. He is ridden daily and not pushed to do anything other than be soft and comfortable (note: my ability to hack a hunter might likely remain with me forever, as demonstrated in the trotting image!), and gets massages and an amount of grooming that has him looking Badminton-ready at any moment.

Sharing him is fun. It lifts my heart, and it lifts my friend's heart. I actually get to ride him when I'm down in Mobile, and it's worth the 4-hour drive to see him this happy, to see my friend this happy, and to get adductor work that even pilates cannot rival! (Wow, talk about intense!) If all of this were to change tomorrow, I will of course make new arrangements to ensure his proper livelihood in perpetuity. But considering my trainer's horse, who I rode in high school, is still scuffling about the property at age 32, I don't think we have anything to worry about!

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