Posted by
Sharon
Labels:
horses,
love of horses
I don't believe there has ever been a time in my life that I
loved my horses more. I begin each day looking out the window at them; I visit
each one in the early morning sun; I breathe in their aura, their acceptance, their love. I tend to their needs
throughout the day – fly masks, meds if needed, feeding in the winter - and I ride. I am "home" when I am on the back of one of my mares.
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| My view in the morning |
A couple of days ago, when I caught Sapphire, I impulsively hopped on her bareback (with the help of a fence) and rode her back to the gate that way as I used to in the Chilcotin when I had to walk to the river field to catch her. Legs wrapped around her, I absorbed the oneness and the world slowed.
"You," I thought, "Are my rock. All of you are my rocks. And my heart."
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| "You are my heart." |
