Human

I've Got Nothing

To write about

Yet I feel a need to share

The pain I embrace

That brought a smile to my face

Cantering through the trails

On a young gelding

Guessing not knowing

His reaction to trees

And flying things

To think I was so close

To saying good-bye

I didn't know

That we could fly

So well on the ground

If I wouldn't have tried

Given him the chance

Then how we could know

That we were made to dance

I am truly sitting in my chair waiting for advil to kick in as my thighs, knees and shoulders/ neck are really hurting.  This is the pain I live for.  It is earned.  Sought after.  Longed for.  It is a way for me know that I pushed my body further than it wanted to go.  It is the pain that reminds me that I am alive and that I can still do things that I love doing. 

Perhaps that is one of the reasons I adore pushing myself harder, faster, longer?  Why I sign up for tough mudders, 7 hour adventure races, or a trail ride on a 4 year old that is green broke?

I love to live.

To feel the pain that life has to offer.

To search for the pain.

Does this make me an adrenaline junkie?  Maybe?

But I think it reminds me that I am human.  And human doesn't mean limited, stuck, and boring.  Human means endless, free, and truly alive.


If you have instagram, take a look at these videos:  My daughter has not sent this video to me yet.

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bk9CyP2nfib/?hl=en&taken-by=starski_and_hutch_equines

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bk9ChMVnaMj/?hl=en&taken-by=starski_and_hutch_equines

Sometimes, you just need to have a thumb bitten.