|Finding new ways to pose dramatically|
He's been the back up all along, making do with the leftover scraps of energy and attention that I had. I was never able to fully appreciate who he is, because nearly every time I saw him, I'd say "Courage, I'm having a rough day and I can't take much more. I need you to step it up."
I know it wasn't really fair to him, but it was all I had.
|That precious winter sun|
I call Courage a midget and I know he's never going to fit into the size three easyboots that Cuna left behind. They are both remarkable in their own way and in order to appreciate that, I need to let the little bay horse come into his own.
|Hands in the air, feet on the dash|
|When it's too cold for breeches|
He is the best at January.
Cuna brought me here. Because of the old man horse, I am absolutely ok with swinging my leg over the little bay horse and walking off into the fog. I'm not afraid when I plan our sun-soaked summer adventures. I'm ready to ride forward and jump all the things. Cuna brought me to Courage, and now Courage is taking me on.
Courage and I have had six months together, but I really feel like our journey is just beginning.