I love horses. So do a lot of other people. It isn’t difficult to fall for them. Their list of attributes is long, starting with their beauty,their stature, their grace,their many more qualities and abilities.
I admire them, have clients who have consulted with me about their horses, and I have ridden them less than a handful of times. Seriously, I don’t ride them. Well, not now and don’t have plans to for no particular reason except that I don’t think about it. Sure, like many people, I have been on a horse a few times. My mother still tells me about the pony ride that I had when I was very little, not far from the house where I grew up. My next ride I remember because I was with a family friend who loved horses. My memory of the horse is overshadowed by her love of these animals.
I have No good reason for why I haven’t I like to hang with them, to observe them, to feel their huge gentle energy. Or, perhaps I have the best reason of all, because they are so majestic and wonderful. I honor their sensitivity as they understand mine and perhaps may be more in tuned than most humans whom I know.
They have such large intuitive antennas, so aware, so alert. Horses are paying attention even when they don’t seem to be. They don’t miss a beat. They absorb the world and their people. If you close your eyes and concentrate on the horse of your choice, perhaps you too will sense their greatness.