the Dalaverse

::collapses:: I went digging today! Along with a few other people from my Archaeology class, I went with Dr. King and Mr. Chaney to a site nearby to do shovel tests. Discovered that I enjoy hunching over a screen hunting for bits of brick and shell, even in the bitter cold. This is probably a Good Thing.

Also, we were digging in a field where the people who own the land keep horses and sheep. They have two big, beautiful, bright chesnut hunters. It was the first time I have touched a horse in nearly four years. I made friends with one of them, put my face against his neck, and just...breathed. I managed not to cry, although I'm not doing so well now.

That's it. I'm going to start riding again next fall, or possibly this summer if I can swing it. I don't care what it costs, I don't care about the time it takes up -- I simply cannot live like this anymore. It hurts, emotionally and physically and mentally. I feel crippled. I feel like I lost part of myself, and the sooner I start again the sooner I can be whole.

Anywho. Good day. Time for to shower.