Brandi Rivera riding Sanne in the performance of RIDE

Earlier this week for the first time in many months, I rode the Friesian, Sanne.  He is big in every way:  big character, big heart, and big mover.

I thought about the connection with my post on chaos, and how riding Sanne demanded that I find order within the initial chaos of the ride – the feeling of trying to contain all of that movement, and having to find a way to transmit it thought my body, not blocking it, but channeling it, diving into it and finding its rhythms – opening to it.

When I read Susan Casey’s The Wave, I was blown away by her descriptions of the surfers, the ones who seek out the biggest, wildest waves.  Casey is a visceral, brassy writer, and as she  follows the wave chasers around the world, they seems way out on the farthest edge –  playing with death.  The surfers open to the wave, what other choice is there, really?

What waves are you riding?