Lesson #21 is turning out to be a repeat of Lesson #20. I’m riding Charley again, the morning is beautiful again and I just want to ride and not work again. Karin is giving me plenty of time just to freelance around the arena. I wish Charley would bolt, jump the fence and take me into the woods for a ride.
Not really. I’m sure he could bolt and jump the fence. But I’m equally sure that by the time he got to the woods I wouldn’t be there for the ride.
But a pleasant jaunt down a woodland path does sound nice. For now, I have to settle for taking the Morgan to “A”. And then turn the corner and direct him to “H”. I have nothing against letters. It’s just that I prefer the trees.
I know I can’t go out there yet. I have stay and work in this equestrian laboratory. The formula isn’t strong enough for the woods and I have to perfect the elements.
This doesn’t stop my mind from wanting to drift. It’s that kind of day. I would just as soon let Charley make the decisions so that I could just coast along.
I think about when I learned how to type in the 8th grade. It was done through drill and repetition: “h h h h h … a a a a a”. It was as if we were teaching each of our fingers what letters they would be responsible for. After a time, the brain to finger connection got so strong that typing words and full sentences became second nature. Now, I can sit at the keyboard and without looking down, my fingers go right to the correct letters and I am able to focus on the words I want to say and on the ideas I want to express – not on what my fingers are doing.
What I want is to relax. What I need is control. They aren’t mutually exclusive, of course. In fact, there is a synergy between the two and they eventually meld into one thing. But first, the elements have to become second nature.
So on to “H” we go, Charley. I say it with my legs.