I’m not a horse-whisper.
I’m not even a horse owner.
I wish I was, though.
Every time I see them my chest feels heavy,
as if I’m missing out on something special.
My fingers itch to reach out and touch the rough yet smooth and hard shoulder of a horse. I want to look into her deep dark eyes and rub the space between. It’s as though horses can see into your own soul sometimes. It’s like having a friend you can talk to without saying a word.
I love the way he smells like dirt, sweat, grass and, well, horse.
I love how strong she is and yet how gentle she can be. When he plays, it’s amusing. When he is fearful it’s intimidating and yet awesome. When she is brave, I feel a little more brave. When he is tired I just want to take a brush and give a good rubdown….but, I don’t have a horse. I only get to look at other people’s horses and dream.
I am a horse dreamer. Of all the animals I find interesting and exciting, horses are my favorite. They are beasts that my mind is enamored with and my body longs to connect with as only a rider and horse can do… It’s funny how the strength of a horse leads me to feel safe as opposed to afraid.
What about you?
Are you a horse lover or afraid of them?
If you have a horse, what kind of relationship do you have with him/her?
What is your favorite animal and why?