Piaffe

Fabulous in expert hands learning piaffe. Little Mama, my sponge, taking it all in.

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The day before the Boss and she were to leave Florida I got a call. I answered and she said "hi mom," then nothing. I waited and realized she was crying. Thinking something had gone wrong my heart sank a little, but it was nothing like that. She was crying because this experience was coming to an end, and she wasn't quite ready to leave it behind.

This is my girl. Most 16 year olds go to Florida for the sun, the party, the beach, and the waves. Mine goes for the training, the work, and the challenge.

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I realize I'm not an expert, but shouldn't one of these two have their eyes open?

Fabulous

Dear Fabulous:
You are making me crazy. Please stop.
Thank-you.

Update from Florida

Four more days! Four more days and the girl and her horse are home! It feels like she's been gone forever. The update is that Fab has a sore foot, or the Boss and LM are fairly sure it is a sore foot, and not an injured leg. The vet comes out tomorrow morning to have a look, and so we'll be hoping and praying for the best news. Their thinking is that it might be sand that has made its way under the shoe and is irritating the foot. We'll see what the morning and Dr. Greene brings...

My concerns encompass horse and child. No one warns you about this. Never did I think I would lie awake at night worrying about a horse's hoof.

Lorca Translated

My wonderful husband was reading my blog yesterday evening, and he was annoyed that the post was in Espanol (that means Spanish, honey). Here's the translation:

Excerpt from "New Songs" - F. Garcia Lorca

I am thirsty for scents and for laughter

Thirsty for new songs

without irises or moons,

without dead loves.

A morning song that can shiver

quiet backwaters

of the future and fill

their waves and silt with hope

Yo tengo sed de aromas y de risas

Sed de cantares nuevos

sin lunas y sin lirios,

y sin amores muertos.

Un cantar de manana que estremezca

a los remansos quietos

de porvenir. Y llene de esperanza

sus ondas y sus cienos.

Frederico Garcia Lorca

I am SO missing this face today.