Wednesday, November 26, 2008
I posted this in a comment area on Our First Horse and thought I'd share it here.
I wonder this often, particularly when I'm pressed for time and can't get everything done.
Then, I'm with my horse.
Everything falls away. I'm in a spiritual rhythm with some part of me that is more ancient, more real than almost anything else.
There are no long term plans in this circle with my horse. There is here and now. He looks at me, waiting. I ask him to turn and he does. He reaches out and I meet him. I lean on him and take in the smell of a horse's world: grass, dust, mud, and of course, fly spray.
And I laugh.