Transitions: On Winston…and in life…(like THAT is a surprise?)

You’ve read the road signs…you know what’s up ahead….but somehow you just don’t want to take the turn down that road. More on that later.

I’ve been working in a serious artist mindset the last few weeks…I even got creative with an “outside the box” arena toy!

And…I’ve been making art…lots of art!

It’s what artists do when they are frustrated, or full of whatever it is that makes us have to MAKE things.

Like this painting in process,

Which is a reiner piece (acrylic on canvas) from Triple J Arena, Sarasota….

then this one for grins, in process (Prismacolor pencils of our cat Bentley, who just showed up one day!)…

And finally…this one, (Faber-Castell pastel on board) finished and ready to send out, for Kayla, at Equicizer

(https://equicizer.com/)

…just because!

So….my explosion of creativity is probably due to a need for measurable productivity. Does that sound weird?

YET another reason why Winston is a necessary part of my life! Every ride on Winston is productive!

A great workout….repeat until you have a hard time counting…lol!

So….about transitions…you know, the go down THAT road kind?

Today was a pivotal day for me with Belle, “The AQHA Princess.”

She’s had tons of therapy, a few months back her hock was injected, and she’s on a great feed program. The saddle fitter adjusted her saddle twice.

Today was supposed to be lesson day 2 this week…we got rained out Tuesday.

I’ve been playing with Belle in hand, but still had too much trepidation about riding her alone with no one around. But today…I didn’t hear from Karen. (turns out her mare had injured her eye somehow! Poor Divinity!)

So, the sun was shining, it was hotter than a super nova and as humid as a rain forest….but I tacked up.

Alone.

We did some ground work, some TMJ releases, walked around the new arena toys and then I got on.

Whew…no biggy.

We walked on a long rein in big loops around the ring and on the third loop she stopped dead, threw her head down and started chomping the bit and tossing her head around.

Ok…breathe….

Dismount, more groundwork, not forcefully but firmly, mounted (with a treat for being cooperative) and walked on a long rein again.

This time the stop on her part was much more angst driven and I felt her back start to tighten.

This was pain driven. Belle hurt. So…

Dismounted…Cried…..

(a lot)…

and told Belle she was a good girl because she tried.

It’s time to go down a new road.

I’ll try a new anti-inflammatory supplement, give her the rest of the summer off, possibly get her hock injected in the fall and try again for a month to see how it goes.

But the reality is, we’ve been on this cycle going on 3 years….

I’m taking a lesson on Karen’s warmblood Decor Saturday morning.

I’m going to smile, and be the best rider I know how to be.

It’s the plan for the foreseeable future.

And in faith I’ll wait and see what God has in store for me, for Belle….and for His choice of a future riding partner.

I can’t complain or worry.

He is the God who makes beauty from ashes.

Isaiah 61:3
To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, and to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of gladness for the spirit of heaviness, that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.

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