First entry

So many changes have happened in my life recently and I figured it would be a good thing to get them down on paper. My massage clients are constantly getting the rundown on what is up with my life. I have an active audience right there on my table. And they tell me, "Bev, you give great massages, but I really come for the stories!"

I have always loved horses and have always had them in my life but kind of on the outskirts of my life. I was about 10 when I climbed onto my first horse. My Michigan cousin was lucky enough to live on a farm. He told me just to jump right on that horse. There was no saddle, just the bridle to hold onto. I was immediately thrown off. I remember thinking, "the nerve of that horse " and climbing right back on again. I believe I was thrown off at least 5 times before the horse finally realized that I was serious and decided I wasn't so bad. There is always the possibility that he was just bored hanging around munching on grass. Maybe that was my first beventure. Actually, my mother told me that I used to go to the end of our street to the sandbox when I was 2, take off all my clothes and bury then and then walk home. Maybe that was my first Beventure. I sure have had a life of them since.

My cousin and I and our four legged companions then had an amazing 10 hour day of walking and galloping around the farm discovering for me a whole new life. Being new to this passion, I didn't realize it would be better with long pants on. It took days to get the dirt off that was embedded into my thighs. But I didn't care. It was kind of an exciting tattoo for me. The fact that I could hardly walk for the next few days didn't bother me either. What a day!!!