The place I find center is on horseback. It’s where I do my best non-writing writing. It’s where I can clear my head and think. It’s where I go to get away for a while.
Recently the pace of life has been overbearing. It’s growing season. We’ve had an exceptional amount of rain. My garden and yard are reverting to jungle. I can’t keep the weeds at bay. Insects are reproducing and foraging faster than my non-toxic pesticides can deplete them — especially given that each shower washes away the protective shield.
The hay fields go uncut because there is no weather window in which to work. I need four days of sunshine in a row. That’s not happening. My hay customers want hay. I can’t make any to sell them.
For six weeks, I have not ridden. There’s too much work to do.
Yesterday the weather was perfect. A cold front blew in and cleared the air of humidity. I worked outside till I ached. At lunch time, I planned the afternoon’s labor as I chewed. Then the phone rang. It was my riding partner.
My riding partner got a new job. For three days straight, she went to work in the afternoon and worked until 1 A.M. re-setting the floor of a large department store. Yesterday, after going to bed at 2 A.M., she had returned to work at 5 A.M. and would be getting off work after lunch. She wanted to know if I wanted to go riding.
Both of us, played out from our labors, sought sanctuary and renewal. Both of us knew where to find relief. On horseback.
As a creative person, you must have a source for recharging, a place or activity to draw from the wellspring and refresh.
Otherwise, your batteries may be drained so thoroughly that they die.