Foot Prints In The Sand

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:-) Margaret & Autumn


FOOT PRINTS IN THE SAND

I just started taking medication that has taken spacing out to the next level.  In the last few weeks if I got a nickel for every time I asked What was I talking about? or Where did I put??? I would have paid off my student loans two days ago.  Not only am I spending a lot of time in left field but I've been getting slammed with fits of absolute exhaustion.  As out there as I am, I refuse to let it get in the way of doing what I normally do.   When Cindy called me up Sunday morning to see if I wanted to go riding with her on the beach I almost turned her down to hang out with the couch and the remote control.  But it was warm out and it was the first day it wasn't  raining in over a month and I had to work the next day so I sucked it up and we headed to the beach. 
Unfortunately, the sun stood us up and the fog left us with the sound of the ocean to guide us.   We saddled up and headed the opposite direction then we normally go in order to have a longer ride.  Autumn was not happy about this unexpected, extended ride and decided to set her pace slower then the line at the DMV.  Trying to keep 1,850 pounds of horse moving in a direction she is not happy about going in is not an easy task.  I was fading with every step I was asking her to take.
 

You can't make me go!

When we reached our turn around point it was like the gates flew open at the Kentucky Derby.  Autumn flew into a wild trot which rolled in to a gallop.  She ran until she didn't feel like and then bopped along in a jerky speed walk . By this point I was past exhaustion.  I had to hold on to the front of the saddle to keep myself upright.  All I had to do was just hang on and make it back to the horse trailer. Then I could rest. 
The fog wrapped around us in a tight circle flanked in nothingness.  Autumn cradled me in her rockerbye stride as the sea sang it's lullaby on the light breeze.  I don't really know what happened but the world just sort of came back to my senses.  I fell asleep on her like a drunk cowboy getting carried home by his trusty steed.  I don't know how I stayed on but I did.  I looked down at Autumn, ambling contently along, blinking in the world around her.  When I faded out, she smoothed her pace, leaving  quiet hoof prints in the sand and luckily not me laying next to them.

The times when you only saw one set of prints in the sand is when I carried you.
~Foot Prints in the Sand

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