Rosie, a skittish, chestnut mare was for sale.
I’d taken lessons at her stable for over a year. On my weekly visits, I’d watch her graze in the pasture with Lacey, Barnaby and Jazz.
Once, I sat upon her saddled back—nervous and lacking trust.
They say horses can intuit what a rider feels.
High strung horse coupled with novice rider. Perhaps not the best combination?
When desire walked in, my heart believed I could change Rosie. My head recognized I lacked horse knowledge and savvy, and my gut said, Mmmmmm, nope.
In time, I stopped taking lessons. The barn sold to new owners, who dismantled the paddock fences. Where did Rosie go?
I don’t know, but the memory is part of my (hi)story.
Looking back, I believe my decision was wise. Rosie didn’t need, or most likely want, me to change her.
She was quite content without a rider. I would have only been seeking to satisfy myself.
You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people (horses?) than you can in two years trying to get other people interested in you. ~Dale Carnegie