My body awaits the day
Like a workhorse.
Like a racehorse.
It knows that soon
It shall be put to task.
How has society changed enough for a woman to seek out and learn to shoe horses?
What has happened to the “weaker sex”?
When I first began trimming my own barefoot horses’ hooves, twentysomething years ago – in my 30’s – it challenged me.
And I arose to the task.
It took two years of fumbling – with the tools, the skills, the posturing – to become even somewhat comfortable.
Six years later, when I got Max (with his old heel injury – requiring shoes) and hauled him to Chatsworth for my farrier-uncle to fix, I sized up the situation: I had to learn.
Not just to trim.
But to shoe.
For Max – in order for Max to stay sound.
That meant learning how to: Nail, shape, clinch, pull – an extremely challenging, physical skill set! Done all the while, bending over-down-up-down . . . Underneath, and HOLDING UP the horse!
(In the beginning it hurt so bad, I couldn’t walk for three days.)
I remember thinking: “I wish it were a year from now!”
For I knew that I’d be much better at all this after a year.
Now, nearly two decades later, I am indeed much better.
I still maintain my own horses’ hooves.
I’ve also established a hoofcare and farrier practice, trimming and shoeing and keeping many other horses sound.
But, I’m older now.
And age has a way of eating away at you. As it should, slowing you down a little bit.
. . . The working parts on the car wear out first: Belts, bearings, transmission, alternator.
In humans: Shoulders, knees, neck, wrist, thumbs. (Feet, too!)
And her perspective at fiftysomething is far different from her thirtysomething past.
She works slower, happier. Eats better, rests more. She works smarter.
(Lighter, brighter, less pain now, Gluten-Free : ~ )
The years tick on – and still she does the work.
The commitments loom greater with age.
And the gargantuan effort she throws into the task
Appears easy to those who look on . . .
My body is a workhorse.
And I work with horses.
And the horses are the
Leisurely in this generation,
And we humans are the