These animals are so healing, they breath magic. Anyone who has ever spent time around them knows how powerful they are. In their quiet, peaceful majestic way they just save you. They ask for nothing in return except trust, compassion and hay.
I tell people everyday how amazing they are. “They saved me” I apologize in advance to the person who says “oh you have horses”… because that is the opening for me to tell you how incredible they are - whether you want to hear it or not.
But then life creeps in. Slowly, and unrelenting. The stress builds, and my jaw clenches, and my shoulders knit together. The thoughts are swirling and the aches begin to become pain. The losses shadow the joys. I work so very hard to focus on the joy and gratitude and then I feel guilty as another loss comes my way.
Suddenly my saviours become a chore. I rush through the routine to get to the next task. I take a second to smell their mane and kiss their face and then move on. I have stuff to do. I must focus on what needs to be done not what I need.
Until I can’t. My heart screams at me. I feel it in my entire body. STOP. Remember the equine.
So I take a little more time this morning. I lay on the ground next to Wynn and breath with her. I watch her eyes close and head droop and my mouth relaxes and finds the gap between my teeth. I move to the hay bale and lie in it and listen to the munching and my heart begins to slow. And then as I watch Vance’s eyes softly close in the sun I feel all my muscles go back to the right position.
Once again, I am saved, and all they ask for in return is hay.
