So, it is not that I have forgotten my Ontario girls, where I spent a fabulous 2 days helping fellow Canadians become willing partners with their horses and perhaps learning more about their inner cowgirl with a warrior pose or two.
My quandary comes from just where to start? The amazing hosts Beth and Matilda that brought us all together? The Michigan mafia that were by my side the entire time willing to learn and have a good laugh too? Perhaps the “newbies” that appeared and tried so hard to understand? It could have been the crowd of watchers as I did a trailer loading demo the first night arrived in my “city” clothes!
I can say that each and every woman there was a breath of fresh air and that they probably taught me more then they will ever know! Positivity and truth created a rainbow over the entire time. People truly dug to the depth of their inner cowgirl and brought to the plate an amazing sense of try and courage, from the little gal with the black horse that entered the arena going every direction but straight, Lol, to my faithful and dear friend with her old grey mare that patiently waited for the rest of the crew to understand what I was saying.
Maybe it was the dance of the pole. The Michigan mafia seemed to have two left feet when it came to this game. It could have been the body guard who’s key word was pistachios! Or maybe just the brilliant lovable smile of Matilda one of the organizers. There were of course Tolkien men that truly made the event a treat! And brought a certain air of enjoyment watching all the ladies Pole dance!
One of my favorite thoughts is the last day when clinic host Beth was “done”. Her cup runneth over and she could not absorb anymore information! Her loving husband took the horse unsaddled it and sat with her on a bucket. Beth, bless her heart, was worn out, but a happy tired.
I can say the “last dinner” was full of surprises. First off, being kicked out of a bar for wearing spurs, I do declare, until the owner found out there were 15 of us and it might be worth it to hide us on the back deck! I can’t even remember all the stories. I can recall the amount of tears and sore tummy I had after the event from laughing so much.
And last but not forgotten, the pajama party at the house, just us girls (and one awesome husband) telling late night stories of past clinics, old horses and dear friends. I learned how to truly hug goodbye in a crowd, how to strike a warrior pose for in-depth conversation and how to stun the crowd with a one liner and leave the room for more cookies!
Ontario you have truly stolen a spot in my heart and I am grateful and honored you would spend your days with me. Until next time, let’s just hit pause ( I hate to say goodbye).