Monday, May 22, 2006

Being Me.


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.

2 comments:

Liz said...

Good for you! I really don't see what all the fuss is over you riding. I can understand hubby being worried if you go alone, but I don't think it would hurt anything taking someone along with you. Sometimes you just have to do those things in order to feel like you are still alive.

Rachel said...

*hugs* I'm so, SOOO happy that you were able to ride. I think as long as you feel comfortable with it, then go for it. Only YOU know how you really feel. You're one tough cookie, yet you know when enough is enough. I think you can take care of yourself. :)