The Benefits of Equine Therapy

I am nearing the end of the first week of my new adventure of having horses in my life. I have worked with a variety of different personalites (there are 7 horses and a pony at Jenn's). And if variety is the spice of life, call me Spicey and slide me a margarita! "Kat" is the elderly matriarch of the herd. She is a slow, sweet and evidently bombproof, palomino. Next is "Son", he is in his teens and is a kind eyed, well muscled, beautifully marked light colored paint. "Wyatt" is around 10 (as I recall) with a blue eye, and is a flashy patterned red and white paint. He is approx 16.1 hands and the tallest of the herd. Ironically, my first horse "Shadow", was 16.3. Shadow was an appaloosa, throughbred cross. Twenty years ago, I rode English and was into Show Jumping, Hunter hack, 3 Day eventing and such. I needed a tall horse with a lot of leg. Now in my 40's, a short little 14.3 to 15.2 appeals..lol... I will talk about the rest of the herd as I get along working with them.

What is quite clear to me at this point, is that I am reallly getting back into the groove. I am having the best time! I was cleaning stalls today with a pink bandana on my face and Trey (Jenn's boyfriend) asked if I was gonna rob a bank after cleaning stalls...lol...Jenn is thrilled to have a "Barn Bitch"...lol...I feel good, I am tired at the end of the day, but surprisingly not too sore, and am sleeping really well.

And with regard to pain and such, I am planning to focus more on the "good ways" I feel, as opposed to dwelling on "how poorly" I feel. My friend Cooper told me "I love you, but, yeahhh....you always talk about how unwell you feel, and worrying about your next illness", "Beth, that is no way to live"! I love Coop for having the balls to say this to me. For stating the obvious, yet unnoticed, to me.

Praise the Lord and pass the amunition...I am SAVED!