Going to the barn has been an emotional life saver for me these last two weeks. First it was to help me with the transition of living with my eldest being away at college. This week it was about coping with all the remembering in the media about the attacks on this day ten years ago.
As much as I love the city, the country is profoundly soothing to me. Here I can see the horizon's gentle rise outlined by maple and pine, the steeple to an old church, hear the gathering of sparrows preparing to head South, breathe in the rich earth and grass. Add experiencing all this from the back of a horse and I'm in heaven!
As Annie and I rode easily around Maple Row yesterday morning a large airliner flew overhead, preparing its decent to the local airport. My heart swelled with a heady mix of pride, grief, gratitude, empathy and hope. I said a prayer to all directly touched by the loss of a loved one ten years ago and another for the rest of us.
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