If you look at Silk, Siete and me, very different things make us each happy today. The horses were very itchy, rolling around in the dirt and rubbing their bellies. Since it’s almost 80F degrees right now, and it will stay pretty warm tonight, I decided it was a good day for bathing.
Siete went first, and I have to say that this is not a horse who takes to water. She tolerated it, but she was very glad when we were done. What made her happy was to roll in the dusty corral and get covered in hay and a thick coat of dirt as soon as I turned my back.
Silk, on the other hand, was very happy to get wet. She loves water and really enjoys a bath. She gets weak at the knees when I soap and rub her tummy. We took much longer and had a great time. Of course, when we were done, she took one look at Siete and followed her lead. So, what made Silk happy was to get clean and then be a piggy. She probably hopes that as a result of her antics, I will give her another bath.
Now, I know that I am not supposed to find happiness in material objects. I confess that what made me happy today was a new pair of muck boots. I have always gone for the fourteen dollar kind of rubber boots, which often get holes in their soles. Yesterday, I broke down and bought the muck boots of my dreams. They are made by the Muck Boot Company. I opted for the garden variety, not the equine line. They are lighter weight and green, not black. Green is my favorite color. Most of all, they are incredibly comfortable. Dare I say, delightfully cushioned? I haven’t taken them off since I put them on at 6 am. So what made me happy as I cleaned the stalls and the corrals and both of the horses, was my new green boots.
I just finished reading a book by Anne Rudloe called “Butterflies on a Sea Wind”. She’s a conservationist from Florida who studied Zen. So, as I sat on the patio with my feet up, resting and admiring my new boots, I thought about what she wisely wrote: “Life is not about being happy and whole because things work out the way we wanted. Life is about being whole regardless of what happens.” Lucky for me, on this beautiful day, I am able to appreciate the whole enchilada and realize that this is about as good as life gets.