When I am Old…

I was reminded today of a wonderful woman who used to ride at the same barn in Los Angeles that I did. She was old, really old, probably eighties or nineties; she rode an equally venerable Lippizan stallion. They were gorgeous together. She was a very stylish old woman, always immaculately turned out in cream breeches, perfectly waved silver hair and a tweed hacking jacket. They would do slow, stiff but still beautiful dressage work in the arena, and then ride out into Griffith Park. I didn’t know her well, but I was told that she had been a child actress in Germany, who moved to the US after WWII.

I hope that I will be half as amazing when I reach that age. Still beautiful and elegant, still active, still doing what I love.



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