The indoor arena has had some challenges in the past week, namely three 7' deep holes dug through the wonderful footing to try to locate a leaking waterline. Alas, it turned out the line didn't even go through the indoor as reported....
So the arena sits, waiting for the dirt to settle back in a bit before we get in there with rakes, new sand & rubber, and hours of effort to try to restore the surface. Perhaps it will even be improved in the long run!
The leak was, in the end, repaired and the water pump is no longer going off at all hours of the night. Thank goodness we were spared replacing that!
And the work continues--new stone in 2 of the stall, with 5 more to do. They will be tamped down, and matted, giving a few of the horses a whole new view on the world--they will be a foot higher and actually able to see out the windows again :)
Stone doesn't move itself, however, and we've been hard at it getting the stone from the pile into the stalls.
The storms of yesterday and today have meant the pile is covered tight, and the work has been interrupted giving everyone a break. The winds, with gusts up to 40 mph coupled with rain and a bit of snow, have driven us inside. Time to drink tea, pay bills, do some filing, and make plans.
When the hatches have been battened, and we are quietly sitting out the storms, it reminds me that days like these are sometimes a lovely break from the otherwise incessant work-work-work of the season.
I just hope it isn't too long before the sun shines again. I'd like to get these projects finished and cleaned up. I am sure there will be more to follow, and the occasional stormy days will be appreciated again.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Senses and stories of life
Stories in life...
One of my favorite "quick reads" is a foxhunting murder mystery by Rita Mae Brown. In one I've been listening to on tape, the author discusses--through the animals, of course-- the ability that some humans have to use all their senses and to listen to nature, including their own bodies. They talk about how most humans tend to see only what they are looking for, and therefore miss so much else that lays right before them.
I am guilty of this--not so much because I am unaware, but more because, though I AM aware, I deny following the path in front of me. Sometimes it is fear, sometimes it is trying to please others, and sometimes it is blatantly conscious choice, so that I can try a different road and see what might happen.
It is equally easy to make up excuses for behavior that denies our inner voice and being.
If we could all have the courage to follow our paths--for, as Arwen said to Aragorn in the Lord of the Rings--our path is not hidden; it is right before us. We have only to follow it.
One of my favorite "quick reads" is a foxhunting murder mystery by Rita Mae Brown. In one I've been listening to on tape, the author discusses--through the animals, of course-- the ability that some humans have to use all their senses and to listen to nature, including their own bodies. They talk about how most humans tend to see only what they are looking for, and therefore miss so much else that lays right before them.
I am guilty of this--not so much because I am unaware, but more because, though I AM aware, I deny following the path in front of me. Sometimes it is fear, sometimes it is trying to please others, and sometimes it is blatantly conscious choice, so that I can try a different road and see what might happen.
It is equally easy to make up excuses for behavior that denies our inner voice and being.
If we could all have the courage to follow our paths--for, as Arwen said to Aragorn in the Lord of the Rings--our path is not hidden; it is right before us. We have only to follow it.
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