how you know you're serious

I won one of those deeply joyful moments yesterday. I realized in the middle of my lesson that I was really deeply happy with everything, from the pony and the lack of saddle to my teacher and the blowing snow to (even) my fogged glasses and dripping nose. It is easy, usually, for me to be joyful when the weather is nice. It is relatively easy to go out and ride when it is not snowing or raining or outrageously cold. But when I brave the elements and things go even a little bit well, it feels transcendent.

Al says I have a good grip on my sport.

in other news -

exercise: none
horses: none
fabric: rather!  here - have yesterday's too

why is there no religion based on sex?