It would appear I begin every riding blog
with the imaginative but repetitive statement
“there are no words“
Which is odd,
for as anyone who knows me knows,
words ‘are my thing’ 🙄
I love the sound of them
(don’t we know! I hear you say )
although I will point out that loving the sound of them is different from loving the sound of my own voice using them 😂
I love how you can play with them;
saying one thing while meaning something completely different 🙃
I love the the way they dance, black and white, across a page
the way they ‘mean’ something – as if they were musical notes.
And yet, there are times when there
Really Are No Words.
When your heart is filled to bursting,
When your eyes are mesmerised by the beauty around you
When your body is filled with such a sense of well being and energy
When your soul is at peace
(and for a short time you can imagine
‘all is well with the world’)
Our Tassie Tiger Trail was just such a time.
A time when eight strangers came together to the most beautiful Tasmania.
All trusting that our faith would not be misplaced,
our money not wasted;
our souls fed with the joy of riding great horses;
our bellies fed with the best of the Apple Isle and
our minds filled with joyful memories.
It goes without saying that our faith was not at all misplaced.
This was a Wonderful adventure.
It may be worth clarifying how we ‘find our horse for the week.’ Well the truth is we don’t, they kind of find us. When you go on a trail you are ‘matched’ with a horse based on –
not sure what; 😉 weight, height and temperament.
And so my horse Basheer and the ‘blurb’ in his profile?
“Every family has a gifted child. Basheer is ours.
Suffering small horse syndrome this little steed is both insecure and courageous, bold and embarrassed.
His antics are mind boggling.
He is in your face, in your space and eager to be part of everything that is going on”
Jen & Jeremy our hosts for the week had never met me, but there were some smiles about whose profile they had captured 🙄
And so to ‘what was going on’
as we set out on our 5 day adventure.
There were views to absorb, canters to enjoy, laughter to share.
There was wildlife to see, snakes, eagles, sugar glider, wallabies, echidnas, platypus, black cockatoos.
And there was food – home made biscuits for morning tea,
delicious salmon at the salmon farm,
fresh raspberries at the raspberry farm,
roast lamb and all the veges at our B&B
and dinners out.
And for a week, we were suspended in time;
neither wives, nor women,
nor mothers, grandmothers,
fathers or husbands,
with no agendas, no concerns, no judgements.
Open to the sun, the sky, the feel of the horses and each other.
Vulnerable and Invincible at the same time.
We laughed till we cried.
And we cried till we could laugh again.
We encouraged and learnt from each other.
We talked into the night,
thoughts, ideas, experiences
and even clothes
as for a time I felt like I was on school camp again
but this time able to enjoy it – secure in my age (and of course no rules!!!)
And just when we thought it could get no better,
A day on the beach.
And honestly, truely, believe me, unless you have done this,
you will not understand
THERE ARE NO WORDS……