Back in the Saddle

It has been too long. I realized last Saturday, how much I have missed riding. My friend Jennifer and I went to a retreat Friday night, and Saturday I headed off 50 miles in the opposite direction of home to go riding with her in sunlit pastures.
The owner of the stables also joined us. I rode Jennifer's Joe: a 16.3 hands gentle thoroughbred retiree from the track. Although he was not a Tennessee Walker, he had the color, height and breadth of Ledge, the Walker that whisked me into horse happiness. To me, Joe was just like Ledge -a skyscraper with four legs. Just the therapy I needed to get back riding again. Sunday late afternoon, I went to see my own Lida, armed with tack box, wormer grooming gear, and three Delicious apples. Tomorrow, Lord willing, I hope to ride her - even if only for 20 or 30 minutes. She will be twenty three in a couple of weeks, but when I ride her, I'm seven years old. Nothing like a good horse to keep you young! Nothing like a good friend to remind you of what you truly love. Thanks Jennifer!Yesterday was the first time my young friend successfully recorded the entire worship service.In the future, I hope to fathom how to edit and publish a video clip from the service. To read this Sunday's sermon, the second in the series The Afterlife entitled "For All the Saints". click on the angels: