Photo:  Pam White

This is a view that I love.  Perhaps my favorite away-from-home vista.  When I am here I see things differently.  I have a fresh p.o.v.

My at-home views changed abruptly last week when a freak storm decimated some of my favorite trees.  Trees that are a daily part of my view and my day-to-day p.o.v.

That sudden, unwelcome change reminds me of the day I was riding Pearl because my own horse was injured.  We were in an indoor arena, trotting in a circle.  Suddenly a large truck rattled by the arena, and Pearl shot laterally about six feet in a nanosecond.  I hung in the air like the cartoon roadrunner, then crashed down onto the arena dirt.  I had a concussion, and how I see things was different for a while.

What happens when your point of view changes?  How do you adjust?