Problem child

Today I decided that I needed to pay more attention to my problem child., aka Big Red. Big Red is our Quarter Horse/Thoroughbred cross, also referred to as an Appendix. He had a short racing career in the early ’90’s, which resulted in a bowed tendon and earnings of 40 bucks. The owner had a difficult time finding a buyer. When my husband expressed interest, the owner rode him over to our place, since he lived only a couple of miles away. We did later discover that trailering was an issue. Big Red was left here for us to determine if he’d be a good fit. Needless to say, he never left. Now I’m not saying we decided he was a good fit; I’m saying he just stayed. The owner was so pleased that he took a cart and pony as part of the payment. Big Red has always possessed a sheer joy of life. He shows it in his everyday actions. However, his leg with the bowed tendon has bothered him occasionally, plus he also suffered a torn suspensory ligament in the same leg a few years ago. Even so, he still remains the lovable and charming beast that he is.

Big Red just sort of slowly morphed into my horse. When this gelding first arrived, my husband had business travel out of the country. I was the one who handled the lively youngster from the get-go. It was an education to say the least. For instance, I didn’t realize that ex-race horses or any horse for that matter could gallop at full speed across a large open field and with exact precision, grab my winter hat without mussing my hair. Okay, it didn’t take a horse trainer to bring the point across that this wasn’t an acceptable behavior. Throughout the years, Big Red and I bonded. He learned to be mannerly (at least somewhat), and I learned patience (at least somewhat).


When I think of the word meditation, I think of sitting crossed-leg chanting syllables of some kind. They call these mantras, which I always thought one had to memorize. Not. I heard on a yoga show that one creates one’s own sound to chant. You could say papa-oo-mow-mow , and I guess it would have the same effect. Anyway, whenever I have tried to calm my inner self with a quiet meditation to music played on Audio Visions, which is a satellite radio station, my mind wanders. My mind wanders to various tasks, to past events in my life, to why is my dog barking(?). I cannot seem to create a blank slate in my head for meditating. So, I looked up meditation, which lead me to the word, meditate. It also means to ponder, to plan; therefore, one can just sit and think of things, right? I feel a better definition would be “to wander aimlessly in one’s thoughts”. I say that because upon meditating, the same cluttered ruminations arise, as when I’m doing chores. So, can people really concentrate on mantras or just their breathing while meditating? Do yogis really connect spiritually inward or do you think they’re deciding when to pick up their dry cleaning? I leave you with this to ponder.