As I walk up to a horse, one I know or one I am meeting for the first time, I always feel good. I feel happy. I can arrive with my mind occupied with concerns and to do's and soon find myself smiling. I'm no longer preoccupied. I am in the moment. I reach out my hand to say hello and a soft nose touches my knuckles and large nostrils release a soft breath. Hello!
Sometimes my heart is aching and I feel vulnerable. When I am with a horse the aching can soften, I may even become more aware of the distress. Even so, I feel safe in the horse's presence. Accepted just as I am. And this helps me.
Every ride, every time I groom, every time my horse gently takes a little goody from my hand, every time he whinnies for me, every time I see his cute face, my spirits are lifted. After more than 30 years, the joy of being with horses never diminishes.
My horse's paddock is easily visible from my kitchen window. If I just glance outside and see his adorable mug I feel happy. Just grooming him or giving him a rub down make me feel good. Riding him is the greatest pleasure I can imagine even if he is a bit naughty sometimes. Since my husband passed away two years ago, there have been many days that the only motivation I had to get up in the morning was to feed and water Sharif. He is so beautiful and watching him move just gives me an appreciation for the power and spirit of these wonderful creatures who agree to share their life with us.