Pete’s finishing the semester. He has two more days of teaching and then a week of finals. Then he has the summer off. The days are growing longer, and it’s two months until the solstice. The temperature here is rising.

See? All good things. I am working hard at focusing on good things because the Bright Light Book Project is an all-consuming entity. Some would say, “Well, don’t let it consume you.” But it’s hard to wrest oneself away from such endeavors – I feel like I’ve been swallowed feet first by a very large snake.

It's hard. Got a number of email messages today from good friends who were not able to make it to the concert this past weekend. There were enough people on hand to make up for this, but I found myself thinking – what if Bill, Becky, Hally, Micah, had been there? This would, I think, have solidified my commitment to this project.

I am hanging in there by a thread. Pete, he continues to work hard and offer me encouragement. Without him there would be no project.

Ah, but the best thing of all is horses. For some reason the screen saver on this computer is showing me pictures of my past life, which of course at one time centered around horses and dogs. There are lots and lots of pictures of me working with both. There are also other individuals in these photos. Here, me doing agility and trail prep clinics at our place; out at Will and Mimi Peabody’s watching others do the field jump course; on our property, me working with Dick Stoffel and his mare Carmen on going through real and makeshift gates; a handful of us at a clinic in Northern California; Susan Harris showing us how to use reins to feel a horse’s mouth; at the competitive trail ride, Vicki Talbot’s stepdaughter getting ready to ride Tinni in the novice class. . .and on it goes.

I miss Susan Harris who passed away a few years ago. I miss Tinni who passed away shortly thereafter. I miss all the others who lived around here and moved away.

I often wonder, am I ever going to meet someone nearby who has my type of horse sensibilities, and perhaps, Icelandic horses?

Ahh, but I still have three lovely mares, all fire horses. I was feeling really crappy when I got home – I picked up the manure in the pen (the snow had melted exposing a lot of poop) and felt a little better. Then I ate dinner (chana masala) and felt a little better. Then went outside and brushed all three horses and felt a lot better.

All three are now blowing their coats. I love that phrase because it makes the process sound so dramatic. They all ate hay out of the bucket as I groomed them individually. I did this and I felt even more better.

So I must do things that make me feel better. This way I will get better.

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