Alchemy and Anticipation
Cool flickr photo by idatewe. This one speaks to me this morning.
I drive to work each morning and watch the aspen transform from green to gold on the Sangre de Cristos and the Pecos--northern New Mexico alchemy.
If all goes as planned, this Sunday we'll be riding the horses to Horsethief Meadow, at approximately 10,000 feet in the Pecos, realm of the aspen. There are places where the pine forest opens up into alpine meadows with stand after stand of quivering trees. And I always get the feeling, as I'm wandering down corridors of smooth, white trunks, beneath the high, blue vault, that I'm in a land filled with kings and goddesses and other nobles who nod their golden heads at me and my horse in passing. We must seem to be small creatures from their towering perspective.
It's not a problem I ever thought I'd have, but I do have too many horses. So the question is--who will get to go? I will probably take Teyla the appaloosa. She hasn't been out much. But I can see the disappointment all over quarter horse Pinon's body already. She always stands at the gate, begging to go, whenever I ride someone not her. She really needs to belong to a horse-crazed kid who can ride her a couple of times a day, but I couldn't bear to part with her, ol' long-legged occasionally snotty mare who I find that I love beyond reason.
