Monday, May 22, 2006
After weeks...35 days and 18 hrs of not riding...I saddled up Badger [against hubby's wishes] and went trail riding with my girl friend Glennie. We took off for the day and rode a small park called White Mound. The trails are challenging without being dangerous.
The greens were incredible, the honeysuckles filled the air with perfume. Wild geraniums and columbines burst forth from under the bright green fresh spring canopy. The carpet of the woods was a riot of colors and scents.
For the first time in ages I felt like a whole person again. I felt like I was back inside my skin, I felt a renewed joy of just breathing, seeing, feeling, touching, smelling...and AWARE. My senses were on overload and so was I.
Why can't hubby and everyone else [except my girlfriend] understand that in order to be ME, in order to feel alive, I need to be able to ride?
It is soul food.