Gravity

Gravity... it causes acorns to rain down on unsuspecting victims. It brings leaves floating to the earth like red and yellow snowflakes. It brings the body of a trotting horse to its feet moving in diagonal pairs. It's a stressful season blockbuster starring Sandra Bullock. It draws an enormous amount of fluid from one's runny nose to anything below said nose. And it grounds one flying Instructor in Training who just passed her Registered-level instructor evaluation.

I'm coming home soon.

What I leave Connecticut with is a different perspective of myself and of others.

When I came here, I wanted to let everyone know about where I had been and who I'd been riding with and learning from. Virtually no one cared. You can name drop some pretty great names, but it's still name dropping. So I dropped that idea and just became me, here to learn about therapeutic riding. As the course is wrapping up, a few volunteers have approached me who are followers of Ray Hunt's method. One volunteer even rode with Ray twice. 

It has been nice to find good company in people who are trying to make a difference for another population who could use a bit of help from horses. 

Through the horse you can learn a lot about yourself and when you learn about yourself you can, in turn, look back to the horse. In the last couple of months, I've gotten feedback from horses, volunteers, instructors, students, housemates, new friends, the earth, my husband, and myself.

After all the doubt, fear, and worry, the gravity of this experience is becoming apparent after all. 

Where's my horse?