In my late teens, I vowed together with my best friends that we would never be square, boring adults.
Volvo, kids, the whole package. It sounded so absolutely Not Fun.
We would stay young.
I even remember something about wearing skin skirts (this was in the beginning of the happy 80ies) but at 47 with sagging knees and cellulites I don't find it such a good idea as I thought at the age of 18.
But maybe my 18 yo self would have approved of me Monday.
I have missed riding Fame being away so much, and as she had her vaccine she had the weekend off from work.
This week I would stay at home though.
When Monday came I had planned to do some dressage training, but the weather had been lovely lately and the outdoor arenas were dry and very dusty, and it was warm.
Instead I found my hackamore, jumped on bareback and headed out in the forest.
The evening was lovely, and Fame kept tossing her head and jogging.
Had I been a horse I would have been tossing my head too.
We felt GOOOD.
After splashing around a bit in the creek, we settled for the long and winding gravel road up the slopes of Grøttum, several kilometers steadily climb up one of the mountains.
Sometimes I get these wonderful moments of togetherness with my horse, and this was one of those occations.
I was just so very happy to be on my horse again, enjoying the scenery and the wonderful summer evening, and I could feel that my horse was just as happy as me.
I guess we both felt a little bit crazy.
And when we came to the start of the slope, I just gave her the reins, and let her go.
She started out in a normal canter, but soon the joy of being alive, feeling powerful and strong, made her take off.
And here I was, a middle-aged, grey-haired (un)responsible Mum clinging on my horse bareback and going at full speed so fast that it made my eyes water, and I had this itsybitsy feeling in my stomach about "will she stop?".
And it was wonderful.
And of course she stopped.
She's a dressage horse, isn't she?
We just forget ourselves sometimes.
(To be frank, even dressage horses get tired after running at full tilt uphill for a long period of time. Hahem.)
This blog is mainly about my horse life. As a birthday present when I turned 6 yo I wished for, and got, a riding lesson. Have no idea why; none of my parents were into horses. But I was bitten by the bug.
43 years later I am still a horse person, and luckily my husband and daughter are too. Now we are owned by 2 horses and two cats. We live in a woodland area outside Oslo, Norway, where we at wintertime have to fight our way between moose and ski-nitwits.
Welcome to my world!
Dressage training is systematic, structured, and nature-oriented education --- both the teaching and the being taught. Dressage does not mean total submission of the horse, not overtaxing him forcefully, nor getting into useless arguments. Harmony means sensibility, synchronization, consistency and unison. "Dressage in harmony" means to solve together a task in such a manner that rider and horse are enjoying the work. Then and only then will you feel the wonderful natural ease and subtle relaxation which every rider seeks in his or her daily work. Egon von Neindorff