"Time seemed to say 'Forget the world and all its weight. And here I just want to stay ...'" "Amazing Day," Coldplay
Mary and I both work and ride at our stables together on Saturdays, but our "stable" time doesn't usually match up at any other time during the week. Sadly this past month we've each been going through our own personal family health crises, so we've been updating each other via text here and there as to how her husband is doing and how my daughter is doing.
"Did you get to ride this week?" I text after she had received an unwelcome medical update.
"Yes, yesterday morning."
"Good! You might not feel like being away from your husband for a couple of hours right now, but horses keep us sane when everything is crazy," I replied. I had just gotten back from my own ride as I awaited a call from my daughter's doctor and felt pounds lighter after leaving my worries at the arena gate.
"Absolutely!" she texted right back in agreement.
This past Saturday Mary had booked another stablehand to work for her, as her husband had another hospital appointment. As I rode Sportie in the pasture by the driveway, I was surprised to see Mary's car enter.
"The machine was down so we are waiting for the call to come back for the test," she called through her open window. "I don't have much time but I needed a horse hug."
"The best medicine possible," I smiled, giving her an encouraging wave.
I have a rule that I won't spend more time driving somewhere than the time I will get to spend there. I will usually not drive the 40 minutes return trip to the stables unless I have an hour or so to enjoy it. Meredith's home is 70 minutes return from the stables and that morning she had to leave us after just 10 minutes of hanging out with her horse. As I waved goodbye and saw the peaceful expression on her face that had replaced the harried look she wore upon arrival, I knew rules were made to be broken.