Field Notes
On knowing, fear, ground, and what it costs to lead through a field that will not hold still.
I landed with a thud..
I landed with a thud, and it became very clear that wet sand does not make a good pillow. I sat up and watched Spirit, a young pony I had been riding only moments earlier, cantering, and bucking, around me in a circle. Reassuring my mom (who was watching nearby) that I was fine, I picked myself up off the ground and got back in the saddle.
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