It's often said that horses mirror your own emotions. Confetti is definitely one of those who is sensitive to my emotional state, and not always for the better!
It's been a rough week. I got some news I really didn't want, my mind is running at warp speed all the time, my head-space is not particularly good. I'm certainly not emotionally calm and cool and totally collected.
Saturday we went out alone, and we ran. If it was reasonably flat, we cantered. Trot, canter, canter, trot. It wasn't what I planned. She offered, though, and it seemed unkind to correct her if that's what I was unconsciously telling her to do. The slightest shift of weight, asking her to rock back, and we'd be off and running again.
So run we did, away from the rest of the world. It didn't solve anything, sure. But for a few moments it was just me and my pony and the trees, running.
It might not have been the ride I planned on, but it was definitely the ride I needed.