I wish I could do something with horses. The frustrating thing is that girls liking horses is SO typical. Clishe. But, if I just put that aside, I wish I could do something with horses. Horseback riding lessons, volunteer at stables, anything. Liz get horseback riding lessons, and I'm trying not to be too jealous. The mix between wanting to hear about her classes, and being so frustrated that she gets them and I don't, is so tiresome. I'm just trying not to think about it.
This is something I want that I haven't told anyone how much, not Beth, mom or dad, Liz, or even my journal. I know that's kind of strange, because you supposedly write things you want in your journal, right? I guess not.
But why be sad when I have so much? I really am not sad, just wanting more, which I do realize is incredibly selfish. So I will try to be content.
....I'm in a stable, it's dark and warm. It smells of horses and orchard grass hay. I enter the stall, and there's a large chesnut horse, beautiful and shining. My horse, his name is Firedust...
....I put on his tack and gear, tighten the saddle cinch and swing up into my seat. I grab the reins, they're smooth; soft and worn from my hands rubbing them so often. We ride out of the stable, into the open air. The sun is bright, I blink my eyes, and feel a strong body beneath me, as Fire walks forward...
...Firedust trots, he pulls into a gallop - thump. thump thumpedy thump. On an on. He's flying. I'm flying. The sun glints off Fire's coat making him golden red. The wind flies over, gently kissing my face as it careens by. I feel my horse's mighty legs pulling and stretching, reaching and soaring. Everything is perfect, at peace. What else could anyone want? I tangle my fingers into Firedust's silken mane...
...It begins to rain. I feel as if I'm in a movie, a heroine rescuing the lost children. We ride on, till we're soaked and frozen, but still riding. I look around. We're in an open field, and we once more reach, and gallop: Thump, thumpity dump- thump, thumpity dump...
It's too good to be true. Perhaps we're in a dream, or a wish that someone has made real with an incredible imagination. Then, with a sickening jolt, I realize I'm right. Just a dream.
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AW!!!! Michaela!!! *hugs tight* Besides the fact that that was a beautiful poem, you sound so sad! I know what you mean about EVERY girl wanting a pony thing, but when it's some thing YOU want, it's ok to want it! I admit, horses have always been precious to me as well, and like you I've never been able to take lessons, but.... well I really don't know a but! I'm sorry. I'm used to dissapointment. :-/
Well enough about ME!!! Heavens, this is your blog! Sorry. :P
Here's a thought: ask your parents! Tell them how much it means to you and how much you want it. They will listen! They'll talk about it to each other and think about how they could make it happen... we, the kids, never hear these conversations, we only hear the answers. And if your parents are like mine there is always a reason and explanation to why they say yes or no. *rambles*
Sorry.
I LOVE YOU MICHAELA!!! It'll be ok. <3
I think the words you used, like reaching and streatching, perfectly captured what I imagine it would be like to ride a horse! So very pretty.
The older you get without taking lessons and still wanting too, the more likely that it's not just a little girl's foolish pony dreams. Right? Maybe someday you'll be a rancher. :-)
At least it's not like dancing or singing where you have to start young.
That's true.
Yes, Lindy, I think in that respect, my parents are very like yours. I should talk to them more about horses.
And, hey, at least Liz gets lessons, I get to learn everything by ear....
(Oh, and thanks for talking about you. I'm tired of hearing about me on my blog.)
wow! i don't think i ever realized it before, but i want to live my life around horses too. you inspired me, michaela.
i don't think my life will ever be complete without frolicking in the field with the horses i love!
sowwy. that was too good to resist.
that's really cool michaela. i wouldn't have thought of you as a horse person, but that's pretty cool.
hahaha
very funny sam. (Did you notice my lack of capitals?! I'm considering that your fault.)
Michaela is kind of an all around animal person, you just have to get to know her a bit more to find that out.
Oh, Sam, you're funny.
Yep, yep. What Beth said. She knows me well (which is good, considering she is my sister...)
ahaha! I know what you mean. Lucy and I know what the other is thinking without saying a word.... some times a little invasive, but effective when ganging up on annoying co-workers.
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!
I love us. :-D
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