Donald Duck Ride A Horse?
Riding a horse is a means of learning about oneself. What is better than considering possible poems while riding a magnificent steed in the forest meadow? Cleaning stables on a lonely wet winter day floods the senses testing the resolve to provide comfort to a companion creature. While becoming entangled in restoring beauty to a mane’s hairy knots, my mind drifts from the daily worries. Even a homely mule inspires reflections upon the human struggle for nobleness.
It is an error to speak of a riding lesson. It is a lesson about living. Yea to have one’s foot sensitized by a hoof is an acknowledgement of reality. What kind of a person am I? It is a lesson in training a horse. What kind of trainer/teacher/student of creatures of humans am I? When I am through riding, is my horse a better horse? When I am though socializing with my neighbor, is my neighbor a better neighbor? It is not about money. It is not about power. It is not a god or bad luck. It is about me and how well I become one with enhancing my environment.
Therefore somewhere in the grand theory, a student should consider a riding lesson as a worthy learning experience rather than merely a reward for mowing the lawn. Learning to ride stands on its on merit. It is schoolwork of the first class. Of course, the less experienced and the less enlightened with humble life goals are entitled to think differently.