We sometimes move slowly around here.
This summer I invited Sage to learn to ride and care for horses at a local riding camp. He made it clear that he was not ready so I let it go.
Fast forward three months, and Sage chose to spend his birthday riding at a stable near our cabin. I'm not sure what changes occurred between May and August, but they were profound for Sage. He asked to spend this most special day riding for the first time, and then he spent the rest of the week dreaming of our country home, complete with horses galore.
Why the change? Perhaps because we didn't push. Perhaps because he had time to grow and stretch and align with the idea. Perhaps because it was right all along but he had time to grow into the truth. And now? We're signing up for riding and horse care classes at the local stable for the fall. We'll be there in the barn each week dreaming our big dreams.
Its all about timing and trust, isn't it? Trusting them to know their own truth, and letting it unfurl as it will, when the time is right.
