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Barn Gal Pals

Published: 1/8/2010
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Many thanks to Sonia for contributing this fun reflection!

By Sonia Theobalds

Every winter, we board one horse at stable with an indoor arena. It's a luxury that allows my teenage daughter and me the opportunity to ride and to keep one horse somewhat fit when it is too wet/cold/slushy/icy/windy to even consider getting a leg over an overenthusiastic mount who hasn't turned a tire for several months.   

Over the years we have found many fun, user-friendly stables to board with in Maine. There is always a constantly revolving cast of equally exuberant horse-crazy women to hang out with and it makes for an interesting and spiritually uplifting adventure. Always, we are fortunate enough to connect with some very special horse folks who share our love, sport and passion. We affectionately call them the Barn Gal Pals.

Most Saturday mornings, there is a willing crew of Barn Gal Pals who are eager to spend the afternoon doing "horsey stuff" together after they ride in the morning. Someone will make last minute 'phone calls the night before and send emails announcing an outing that cannot be missed the next day and must be shared by this great group of Barn Gal Pals.

Poof! A horsey outing is instantly arranged and Off we will zoom, stacked like cordwood, struggling to buckle up as we skitter around the corner and out of the driveway, so we don't miss the first half of the event, with styrofoam coffee cups sloshing dangerously hot drinks all over our relatively clean breeches. off we will zoom, stacked like cordwood, struggling to buckle up as we skitter around the corner and out of the driveway so we don't miss the first half of the event, with styrofoam coffee cups sloshing dangerously hot drinks all over our relatively clean breeches. Whatever the weather we will pile into someone's car and impulsively blast off to a Clinic, an Open House, a Tack Store, a Trail Ride. And we always have a great time.

We Barn Gal Pals are a fortunate group of comrades.

We all pull together when times are tough, we listen to each other moan, groan, and cry.

We occasionally wring our hands, rip out our hair and sweep up after one another.

We coach each other ringside and encourage and compliment.

We help rear each other's teenagers with personal reflections from our life experiences blended with armchair psychology.

We compliment inches and pounds lost and smaller riding apparel acquired.

We post notices about upcoming outings, trail rides, horse shows and wait eagerly for the other Barn Gal Pals to sign up. Stirrups are shortened and bits are adjusted.

Tack is swapped, borrowed, returned cleaner.

Birthdays are celebrated.

Losses are mourned.

Cards are thoughtfully written and surprise parties planned.

Trailers cheerfully bump into the parking lot on the mornings we head out for a trail ride. Acadia is always a big deal, when we depart for our annual camping outing with enough supplies for a trans-Atlantic crossing. Acadia is always a big deal, when we depart for our annual camping outing with enough supplies for a trans-Atlantic crossing. Snorting horses are loaded with matching purple fleeces and leg wraps and "OOOH, is that a new halter?"

We delight in new equipment and baking treats to share when we get to our destination, whether it be the LL Bean feather bed to keep us from freezing to death at an overnight campout or some fancy pastries to entice us to smack our lips after a beach ride. Carrots are divided amongst the pampered ponies.

We share with each other. We care about each other.

This week, one of The Barn Gal Pals was working her new horse in the indoor and we were excited to see the mare "catching on" after many months of loving care and patient training.

"The moments will come and the moments will get longer," I encouraged The Barn Gal Pal.

We share in each other's "moments" and rejoice when "the moments get longer.” - that simple thought has kept me riding and rejoicing in the love I have for my horses, my horsey friends and even my teenage daughter.

Enjoy Every Moment!

Blessed are The Barn Gal Pals.

 


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1/13/2010 Penny
Sonia...you are so right. Often we share our kids and time with each other outside the barn. It becomes an extended family. One to be cherished.
1/13/2010 Debbie Flood
Wonderfully written Sonia!

   
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