I rarely post three times in one day but I’m feeling inspired.
I love horses, I’ve always loved them and I’m very comfortable with them. As a child I would spend lazy afternoons fully reclined on the back of one of our horses as he grazed in the meadow on my grandparents’ farm. It was peaceful, serene and calming. I sometimes even fell asleep from his gentle breathing and slow movements.
There’s something noble about horses. They see into your soul yet never judge. Many societies including Celts, Native Americans, Hindus, Buddhists and Greco-Romans, to name a few, assign the attributes of power, grace, beauty, nobility, strength and freedom to the horse. Some ancients believed horses were the bringers of life and death, because they carried souls between the spirit world and the material world.
For me, a horse is freedom. When you’re riding, your body is only connected to the horse. All your cares, concerns and worries are left on the ground while the horse takes you off for relief, relaxation and if you trust him enough, even some fantasy.