Run for the Roses
It was the first Saturday in May, otherwise known as Kentucky Derby Day when I decided to make my first novice bet at the track and pick a few winners. I reviewed photo finishes, previous winnings, pedigrees, owners, and even jockeys blogs.
So as to best spread my risk, I placed bets on seven well researched horses, convinced my chances were excellent and my winnings secure. The only thing I was missing was a chilled Mint Julep in my right hand, and a dramatic piece of millinery on my head as I waited with nervous anticipation for the race to begin.
“Good grief!” I thought as a favorite stumbled. “Oh no!” I exclaimed as another horse I crossed off my short list of nine, headed to the lead. Where were my sure things?! They were all tied up in a pack racing with each other to the finish. All but one horse. The $9,500 horse trailered from New Mexcio who’s owner hobbled on crutches to complete the pre-race parade to the gate.
“Mine that Bird” was bumped, and left dead last in the breakaway heat. No one was watching, but somewhere in the view from the back there was a greater opportunity. A path presented itself, and as in the yogic lesson “It is the space between the bars that holds the Tiger”, the jockey and the horse saw the space open along the rails and blazed their path to the finish.
No matter where find yourself in the scheme of things in this world, cultivate your awareness. Even at odds of 50/1, the path to your higher self will expose itself and all your preparation will be rewarded.