I always feel like everything is right with the world when I’m with a horse. Whether it is grooming, feeding, walking in their pasture with them, or riding. I’m at peace. Nothing can touch me in my horse space.
There really is a sacredness in horses for me. It’s like God made horses just for me. It is the greatest blessing to look out my window every morning and see my horses. Sometimes I wander out into the midst of the horse pasture with my writer’s notebook, sit in the grasses and write.
Doc always nuzzles my head. If I stay long enough, they move on and if I get up to walk a while, they follow me until they find another good spot to graze. The spirit of God is there and I find it easy to capture that in my heart and soul when I’m out ‘horsing’ around. I can hardly wait to bring our ponies home from their summer mountain jobs.