I have been house sitting for my cousin and his wife. They have an amazing home in the middle of nowhere with dogs and horses. One of those horses, the Arab called H., is mine. Or I am his, however you want to look at it. I really don't think a person can own an animal anymore than they can own the wind. It is just something that is...
In the midst of my soul searching yesterday, I went out to spend some time with H. and the other amazing creatures in his herd. Not to ride, not to train, simply to be. As I approached him in the pasture he began to walk towards me. As we met in the middle the others gathered around us for a moment, before leaving to graze. We stood for awhile just looking into each other's eyes. It was like he could read every emotion, doubt, fear and hope I had in me.
I took a step towards him and ran my hand down his smooth neck before slowly moving it across his back. He never moved. Just calmly stood and let me marvel at the beauty of his being. He is showing the first signs of the winter ahead. His coat is growing soft and shaggy and the sides of his belly are firm and round with the extra layer of fat he will wear for the next few months. When my spirit finally calmed itself in the simpleness of the moments I spent breathing in the crisp, autumn air I turned back to go to the house.
H. did not watch me go this time, as he normally does. He turned and joined the others who were eating to their hearts content. One of the dogs, Brandy, met me at the fence. She walked with me to the house and didn't leave my side until I left for work this morning. My own personal support team. It amazes me. The way these animals are so intuitive and willing to give whatever they can. Even when I feel like I have given in and given up, they pull me back. I have yet to meet a person who could do the same with.
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