"Take it as a gift," my instructor called out to me. Amber was zippy. There was no need for spurs or a crop that night. She trotted along the rail of the arena. Rhythmically, I stayed in sync with her. It was smooth and easy. It was a great ride!
Gifts we are given, we need to receive and do something with. If it sits on a shelf or at a distance, it is of no use. There is no living pleasure then.
My new dad, Guy, was a gift in my life more than 25 years ago. He was strong and he was gentle. I found safety and a man I could trust enough to follow his lead.