Tuesday, July 12, 2005
"Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality."
Horses!
During class I idly thought of trail rides like ones before: rambling through the Janow forest, clip clopping along. Harmonizing with nature, communing with the fauna, perhaps breaking into a rolling canter if we reached a clearing in the Sola pines (indigenous to the Janow region, with a shallow root system and tall slender trunks).
um.
Plaster was tall, ornery, fly-beleaguered; he very nearly bolted in the first five minutes but was still clipped to the instructor's lead. Perhaps, given that, it was better that to this lead he stayed, as we went around and around and around:in circles, in the stable's corral and (when he insisted on not trotting and instead wresting his head vigorously w domu) following (still in circles) another horse also treading a crop circle (the rider of that horse was 8- the age I learned to ride and, incidentally, the last time I rode english saddle) .
I'm used to Western, I admitted, and my instructor's eyes opened wide. Oh! Western is extreme sport. Here we just jump...
Later she asked, when you ride Western, is your horse always black and white? I imagine it would be black and white always. :)
And we ambled w domu. But hooray for horses, anyway. Even if the hidden translation of "horses" was horseback riding lesson...
Cannot bear very much reality."
Horses!
During class I idly thought of trail rides like ones before: rambling through the Janow forest, clip clopping along. Harmonizing with nature, communing with the fauna, perhaps breaking into a rolling canter if we reached a clearing in the Sola pines (indigenous to the Janow region, with a shallow root system and tall slender trunks).
um.
Plaster was tall, ornery, fly-beleaguered; he very nearly bolted in the first five minutes but was still clipped to the instructor's lead. Perhaps, given that, it was better that to this lead he stayed, as we went around and around and around:in circles, in the stable's corral and (when he insisted on not trotting and instead wresting his head vigorously w domu) following (still in circles) another horse also treading a crop circle (the rider of that horse was 8- the age I learned to ride and, incidentally, the last time I rode english saddle) .
I'm used to Western, I admitted, and my instructor's eyes opened wide. Oh! Western is extreme sport. Here we just jump...
Later she asked, when you ride Western, is your horse always black and white? I imagine it would be black and white always. :)
And we ambled w domu. But hooray for horses, anyway. Even if the hidden translation of "horses" was horseback riding lesson...
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