I haven't written in here because Dewey decided to launch me after a vicious palm frond under his feet tried to attack him, and I went flying off first into the sky and then whump into the ground which being cement had no into, cement it turns out is a very angry and strict situation.
So as the firemen are busily working around my suddenly long and useless body and I'm staring at the blue sky, I am considering maybe riding is not the best thing to be doing and so cavalierly. Like I'm invincible, like I can fight dragons, in fact dragons aren't big enough.
But that's not true, really. I'm a very safe rider. I push the limits sometimes, when I feel like it's safe, and my horse is listening to me. Dewey and I had been working on palm fronds. This day he just couldn't do it. He is a terrific and dutiful horse. With an explosive buck that I just can't sit when it's three in a row on a bareback pad. I failed the rodeo. But I won the fractured pelvis and ribs, shaking hands with the accident judge while accepting my prize, yes, thank you very much. Thank you everyone, while you're doing my chores I'll be sitting on this couch for two more weeks, I earned it! So we all win!!
As the pain slowly heals away and I get more mobility, I can imagine riding again. I don't see the world in this rigid grid, where safety is over here, and I have to move this pawn or everything bad will happen. I see the world all swirled like Van Gogh, and that makes me open to people loving me, and mistakes being made, and flying up into the sky every now and then. As long as I don't make the big leap. I'm pretty excited about being here, still.
If only the ground was softer.
