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May. 6th, 2014 10:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancing_crowpoor Alice, who was fighting a nose thing (allergies? illness? whatever) over the weekend, managed to hold it together for the AP Chem exam yesterday morning, but flumped at the end of the day. this morning she was headachey and miserable, so she's napped out on the couch, bundled against the migraine induced body-temperature fluctuations in ways she never is when she's sleeping normally.
amazing lesson yesterday on the gray horse. S got so aggravated at my left hand she told me to put both reins in my right hand and put my left hand AWAY (this was after I refused to let her have the whip - I'm willing enough to cope with his hopping and indignation over it being used, but I want to know when it's going to happen!) and suddenly i was upright/vertical, soft in the hips and seat, cantering in a perfect 20 m circle from my shoulders, and getting up and down transitions from my seat. I can feel it. I can suddenly feel the canter-button under my seatbone, and how to set it off, and how to stop it again. At the end we did this great counter canter loop, and suddenly THERE HE WAS up, under, through - just breathtaking.
I'm really relieved not to be riding the red horse at all. I'm slightly sad about that, because I remember a moment in the fall when I was so happy I shouted "I love this horse" during lessons. I miss that. But I like looking forward to riding again. I like having fun again. I like being able to think of experiments (like riding circles with my eyes closed) and then talking about that with S. Her commentary: oh absolutely yes, isn't that amazing? and quiet? I swear the paralympic horses talk to each other, and wish for the blind riders because it is so much easier.
still 750words-ing. purely amazing the crap that pours out, and I'm pleased to have it out and still hidden.
still having the garage project looming at me. And it is SO tangled with my father's health, longevity, his relationship with his current wife, with me, with my mother, my relationship with my brother. tangled. there's a metaphor in there somewhere - trying to turn a tangle into - not something untangled and single strand, but maybe trying to compose some kind of intricate knot? My brother and I both tie knots for fun, and now Aerin does it too. I can think of something like a Turkshead, or Crown knot, with multiple overlaps and tucks, intricate but ordered.
amazing lesson yesterday on the gray horse. S got so aggravated at my left hand she told me to put both reins in my right hand and put my left hand AWAY (this was after I refused to let her have the whip - I'm willing enough to cope with his hopping and indignation over it being used, but I want to know when it's going to happen!) and suddenly i was upright/vertical, soft in the hips and seat, cantering in a perfect 20 m circle from my shoulders, and getting up and down transitions from my seat. I can feel it. I can suddenly feel the canter-button under my seatbone, and how to set it off, and how to stop it again. At the end we did this great counter canter loop, and suddenly THERE HE WAS up, under, through - just breathtaking.
I'm really relieved not to be riding the red horse at all. I'm slightly sad about that, because I remember a moment in the fall when I was so happy I shouted "I love this horse" during lessons. I miss that. But I like looking forward to riding again. I like having fun again. I like being able to think of experiments (like riding circles with my eyes closed) and then talking about that with S. Her commentary: oh absolutely yes, isn't that amazing? and quiet? I swear the paralympic horses talk to each other, and wish for the blind riders because it is so much easier.
still 750words-ing. purely amazing the crap that pours out, and I'm pleased to have it out and still hidden.
still having the garage project looming at me. And it is SO tangled with my father's health, longevity, his relationship with his current wife, with me, with my mother, my relationship with my brother. tangled. there's a metaphor in there somewhere - trying to turn a tangle into - not something untangled and single strand, but maybe trying to compose some kind of intricate knot? My brother and I both tie knots for fun, and now Aerin does it too. I can think of something like a Turkshead, or Crown knot, with multiple overlaps and tucks, intricate but ordered.