When I’m going through a rough or stressful time the Gibran quote is often on my mind. Today I took a trip to the vet’s with a friend and her horse. The visit reminded me of the last trip I took with Vaquero to the vet. It is a memory that is full of sadness.
When I reflect and try to see how this sadness has shaped my happiness it isn’t hard for me to see.
I remember thinking that I would be happy just to have Vaquero come home and live as a pasture pet. Gone were my hopes of more freestyle reining classes. I was quickly willing to accept less than I had been before. Suddenly the simple things in life were the things that mattered.