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Geode

Don’t you love those days that break open like geodes—that begin in the ordinary unassuming way days begin but then flash your heart with purple sparkle? This morning was like that. It started in the usual way: Laoshan black tea in my favorite mug, frisbee with the dogs, time at the writing desk, more frisbee, a hastily eaten yogurt, and the zipping of my riding boots. I hadn’t ridden Claret in a week, and my trainer Jane was away, and these two things would normally make me a little nervous. Forget that I’ve been riding several times a week for five years: the opportunistic and amorphous fear (let’s call it OAF) that creeps in wants me to know that there’s a chance I will be thrown off my horse into oblivion.

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But today was different: in place of the fear shone the desire to simply reconnect with Claret after many days away. I missed him—both the usual escapade of shoving entire carrots into his mouth, which he sucks in like a high-powered food processor, and also the feeling of simply being on his back and letting my hips swing with him. Once I got him tacked up, however, I realized I was going to be the only one riding in the arena. Suddenly I was facing the trifecta of anxiety-producing factors: a week off, an absent trainer, a solo ride.

I stood in the doorway with Claret by my side, and together we beheld the arena. His eye was catching the light off the mirror on the wall, and that made him look all angelic and majestic, which made me swoon a little, and as I moved to gently stroke the side of his face, he nudged me roughly forward with his enormous head. “Thanks,” I said. And then I mounted my horse.

Strangely, I still wasn’t afraid. At first I thought it was a rare act of mercy on OAF’s part, but then I realized it was a choice I was making. I was going to ride no matter what: I could either do it fearfully or joyfully. And on this day, I chose joy. And not just any kind of joy—I’m talking determined joy, steely-eyed joy, leather-jacket-wearing badass joy. I felt it in my core and across my back, which, despite a week of lolling about, were still strong. I felt it in my hands, which held the reins steadily but softly. And Claret must have felt it, too, because instead of the difficult warm-up we tend to have—during which he flaps his lips about and trips and tries to itch his face on his leg every third step—he started off trotting smoothly, in his own strength.

Quietly, we trotted and cantered and communicated, and soon everything began to fall away—even the notion of joy—until there was only the seamless motion our two bodies made. At one point, I closed my eyes—the way people do when listening to an amazing song or letting chocolate melt on their tongues—which might not have been the smartest thing I could have done, but again, there was no thought. There was only now, as experienced in these two living bodies, and now was enough.

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One Response to Geode

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