I was thinking about how horses impact us, all the ways: spiritual, physical, emotional, learning, where and how we choose to live and work.
Though I sometimes chafe at the never-ending responsibility of it all (I had to leave, after the ceremony and dinner, before the wedding dance last night, to come home and feed all those hungry mouths) I also truly like the repetition. I love to hear the nickers day in and day out, the little things like that.
And I am pleased to feel strong still, not as strong as I once did, but not too bad.
One of my very favourite things is to watch a horse who has suffered some kind of trauma in the past come round. DeeDee, the older of the two Spotted Saddle Horse mares, up from Tennessee, must have had some nasty things happen to her. She arrived very pregnant- that I was expecting- but also: thin, matted, timid, standoffish, depressed, so tricky with her feet that one farrier refused to do her. A year and a bit later: she comes hustling up to be petted, is smooth and round, will allow her feet to be picked out without a halter on, standing in the paddock or field. Very satisfying. Is she over 'it'. No, unfortunatly, never entirely with a horse that has had goodness-knows- what happen. But she seems a happy girl.