I was playing with the Mags and Dewey out front on the street, because it had gotten too boring in the arena and I like to get on scary and green/untrained horses while riding on cement for the extra head trauma.
Dewey has a sore foot so he just stood there basically while I got Maggie used to being outside on a street where she had never been and in the saddle I have to let my body loose like I'm completely relaxed and giving and no problem when in reality I'm completely opposite of that, like every minute of every day in every way.
But it works for her, she doesn't know complexity, she only knows body language, so my body speaks to hers and we're doing allright. I even feel allright.
A neighbor comes out and talks to me, he's the guy who usually rides his bike around, like we're in Seattle. I like him. He's more of an activist, there is stuff on his lawn that says No on This or Save this Thing, someone who thinks more in an outward way, and I'm grateful for people like that who use their lawn for stuff I never think about. I'd much rather just lay on the lawn and look at the clouds. We have clouds right now because we've had rain.
Anyway, just try working in a new spot, when you get stuck. You might meet somebody new, and someday you might actually feel your own body language. If you can get that far. I hope I do.
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