never stops teaching.
Journaling for awareness. Growing for life.
There is some drama going on with the women at the barn. (There’s a sentence that I’m sure is as old as dirt.) Seriously, a couple ladies that ride where I used to take horseback riding lessons are dragging each other through the mud. (Figuratively speaking.) It’s a classic story of competition and differing opinions. I got an earful about it twice this week, and once from a woman I hardly even know in the general store just up the road from the stables. “It’s too tight of a community to go badmouthing someone,” she was saying, “but she’s bitter and jealous and… well, karma, ya know?” I just listened and nodded, as I handed her the money to buy …