Dismount!

Definition of dismount

1. transitive verb

2. 1:  to throw down or remove from a mount or an elevated position; especially  :  unhorse

It has been about 1 .5 weeks of owning my first horse. Dottie Orenda. She is settling quite nicely at Peace Palace. Today we took a stroll, then Allison walked her a bit and then....  I got on her back. She is just magic. Disabled is not really disabled, as I feel like she can see more than us with eyes. So easy to walk around with these 2 senses in our head, but never really use them. Mindfulness is being aware and awake to everything. That includes seeing. But yet how often do so many see but not really embrace. We see what we want to see. We even convince ourselves of what we want to see. Every day. I see people walk around like zombies with no life, with no awareness, with no sense of what is. And days I do too. But with Yoga, it teaches me to be aware, to see what is and to embrace it. And when I see Dottie Orenda I see life even more clearly. A horse with no eyes simply has no eyes. She is alert. Awake. Alive. And so damn good a living and feeling. She sees with all of her other senses. She feels our energies. Her senses are heightened bc she must survive. She has survived. She thrives. She breathes in everything. Her steps, her space. Yes, she still bumps into things, but it is all a learning process. She is humbled by what has happened in her life. She is not angry or resentful. Yes of course she fears things, but she has learned to surrender and trust. And I truly believe that she is MAGIC! She likes apples:) She loves Dudley, Jules' rescue from Pasture Pals. She recognizes me when I arrive and comes to the gate with a big smile. And there were no apples used for her to smile for me. She feels my love for her. I haven't felt this good since Soleil (my first doggie and love). There was a glimpse with Maola/ Penelope, but too much fear caught me with her. Too much liability. I did once have the opportunity to purchase another horse that I was so smitten over, but though he was just a gem all to his own, he was not for me, though I so badly wanted him to be. He was a pretty boy like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever.lolAnd it works out so wonderful bc at the time I had found someone to lease him in order for him to be able to stay at the location he was at. The person I found now owns him and she is a good person. I just love how things work out:) If I would have gotten him, then I would not have been able to experience how truly magical Dottie Orenda is. And really it is bc Pasture Pals saved her.And yes some say, she has a sway back, and she is old or older, not all her teeth, and no eyes. But damn she is "spot" on.The other day as I drove into the sunrise to go and feed her, my Abuelo Moncho came to me. (yes I get to drive into the Sunrise to see her, how perfect is that!) Abuelo Moncho was my father's daddy:) He had land he would farm on about 15 minutes from his home in Puerto Rico. He would wake up early and go farm. Pick bananas, mango, "real" avocado's, you know those big butter ones, not those rinkydinky ones they sell now. And he loved it. My father now flies back to Puerto Rico to mow his grass and tend to his own fruit trees on the land he purchased by Abuelo's land. It has been about 18 years since Abuelo past, and that day I reconnected to another Root of my Tree. Abuelo y Papi had a farm they would go to away from home. And now I get to go help and really be part of a farm life with Orenda. I had to experience some crappy things in 2016 during Spring and Fall, but really it was all worth it. Unexpected and irrational behaviors of others teach me. Actually they are good stepping stones. Some of course I wish could have stuck around longer, but let those stones be embraced by Mother Earth.  But I did some serious meditating during those trying times and I put this all out into the Universe. I wanted a place to go to that was "Peaceful". I wanted it to be about 10 minutes from home. I wanted it to be simple. And now it is at a place where they understand what I do. You know this "yoga" thing. lol Not everybody gets it. That is okay. But when they do it is even more simple.So today, I got on Dottie, just to dismount. We have to learn to fall gracefully. And when I fell off of Sky in'96 I was never taught how to dismount and boy did I hit hard. She was 17.2 which is about 70 inches tall. So I got on Orenda. Dismounted. Was guided on one loop around the arena and again dismounted. And in life, when we have our obstacles like what Dottie experienced or what we experience with others we too can learn to fall gracefully by breathing in our space, surrendering, being completely present, and dismounting.Dismounting also doesn't mean not to get back on either; But it could also mean to simply let go of our egos and to get off our high horse;)