Luck of the Irish

I thank my lucky stars every day that I found Buddy. I couldn’t love my Irish Boy more if I tried.

While we were hacking today, I reflected back on when I bought him. And how he came to be mine. I found him when I was emotionally battered from losing Murphy and having to admit defeat with Phoenix. I was also a bit physically broken as I was recovering from a broken finger (a lasting legacy from Phoenix). I was mentally drained as I didn’t know if I had it in me to conquer my confidence demons.

Buddy was exactly the horse I needed. He’s not the easiest horse but I’ve risen to his challenge. He’s kept me safe many a time. Of course, he’s completely forgotten that we’re meant to start together and finish together too. I’ve had my fair share of flying lessons from him. But when it clicks, we are definitely flying without wings.

We’ve achieved so much together and I know we have many more achievements to come. He’s very much my glass of the black stuff.

So Happy St Patrick’s Day Buddy Boy. After doing my DNA, I know I don’t have any Irish blood. But I have the luck of the Irish in him.

Stars

I love this poem. I heard it a little while ago and it struck such a chord with me. We’re often so caught up in our own stuff to see the impact we’re having on others.

When we take a moment to truly look around, it’s really quite amazing. Something as simple as chatting to a stranger. Smiling at someone. Checking in on someone. Taking time for a chat. It doesn’t have to be grand gestures. In fact, it’s often the little things that have a big impact on someone.

And I’ve also been incredibly lucky to have some wonderful people give their time to me in return. What a thing indeed.

Stargazing

Listening to two stars of the eventing world on tonight’s webinar – Laura Collett and Lucinda Green. Fascinating stuff listening to their take on horses and eventing.