MKMMA Week 20 – We Choose to Go to The Moon!
“We Choose to go to the Moon.” Does anyone here remember that speech by John F. Kennedy in 1962?
What if we had chosen to not go to the moon? What if we simply thought about it and made no decision about it at all? What if that ugly F-word, ..yeah, that one….. had paralyzed us?
In 1962, going to the moon was not only a bit of a stretch, it was huge! I’m trying to remember if seat belts were even standard equipment in our cars.
In 1991, I bought this adorable, leggy, Polish-Arab filly named Teza. Teza was one-year old and had never been out of her pipe corral. Her entire world, as she had known it, consisted of what went on within the confines of her 20′ by 20′ world. Every need that she had known during her short and sheltered life had been met right there; nowhere else.
What do you think happened when I opened the gate of her known, to lead her out into her unknown?
That’s right. She planted her feet and used her entire body weight to not move. She came within one-inch of the boundary at the open corral gate and would not move any further. She called to the other horses for help. Her eyes widened and every inch of her body quivered with fear.
For Teza, the ground on the other side of that open gate may as well have been the edge of the world that dropped into a pit of vicious horse-eating monsters. She had no clue what existed one step from where she was standing, and she didn’t want to find out.
Hours of coaxing with molasses and over the top “good girling”, neck scratching and following a goat friend did finally get her to walk, on eggshells, the approximately 10′ from the corral to the trailer.
Once home, everything was new to her: trees she had never been close to or touched, the stream where she finally learned to drink and the coldness of the water, the open arena made from a type of fence she had never seen in which I let her learn to run free. For every little thing she would look at me, or she would look at my old & wise mare, and ask permission before she would face her fear, explore it, accept it, and respond to it.
Here’s a picture of Teza enjoying a run at age two:
Such a cutie! Enjoying life outside of her fear.
If we choose, we have what it takes to all go to the moon and back.