This morning I tried again, and it was a different story. The doctor was in.
Winston Churchill apparently liked to wax philosophic about horses, and one of his better-known quotes is "There's something about the outside of a horse that's good for the inside of a man." I like the quote but it's only partly true. It's ultimately not about the outside of the horse. It's about the inside- the mind, the heart, the intelligence.
Sam and I walked to the arena. It was where I needed to be.
It was just after 8:00 in the morning, and it was beautiful. Long rays of sunshine, crisp clear air, and a happy horse to act as salve for my hurting heart.
After our ride, my sweet Sam enjoyed a sudsy bath and some grazing time. While he munched and the steam rose off his wet, warm muscles, my mind drifted toward Georgie. Of course.
I thought of all the thousands of hours she and I spent at a barn together.
I remembered her nosing around while I rode, following scent trails until she disappeared around a corner, across a field, or into the forest. When it was time I always whistled for her- one short, then one long and lifting call. After a pause she'd reappear, running. Her tan markings bobbing, black fur streaming, she'd come racing with joy from wherever she'd been, back to my side in a big long loop.
My heart felt quiet and tender. I thought of her, and I watched the steam rise.