Dreamt

Whether it was my heart winning or the horse, it was no doubt a race.  A race which continues to be a journey to my heart and into the soul of the horse.
I must have seen a horse run throughout the insides of my Mother from the time my eyes began to develop in utero as they have been an utter obsession ever since. It was something my parents have wished I grew out of but, if anything, the feelings grew stronger with age.  

You may be able to relate. Take a second and think about your earliest memory of this creature.  Your first ride, first touch of the velvet muzzle, or maybe you saw a photo of one in full flight spread across the pages of a magazine.  There is a great irony in this creature which we so often see contained, to instill a sense of liberation, of freedom, of release.  Merely the sight of these steeds can be therapeutic.
This is the purpose of this blog- to discuss the powers of the horse on us humans, as a mentor, a martyr, an employee, and a counselor.   In the words of Temple Grandin- "Animals make us human".