*spoiler alert* IF you wish NOT to have your ears wrapped in pink cotton candy by the last period….stop here… IF you read on, let’s just say I warned you..
August 21, 1992. You were just born. I was just thinking -about- slash -dreading attending Senior High School.. Worst~ time~of~my~life it turns out. Seriously. If I could make those letters any bigger and any bolder to make my point, I so the hell would.
You ate grass, I smoked it. Bad,bad, Alice inWonderland dark teenage rabbit hole tunnel. insert *goosepimples* here….
I wish I could have known you/loved you up as a brown velveteen twiggy legged foal. They say you were shy and a challenge. Funny. So was I.
If I could have made you mine at 16, we would have sailed over the moon together, flying free, capturing starlight in our wild and tangled manes, we would have ventured to the other side of the rainbow, maybe even finding a pot of gold….BUT, that was not our path to fly.
As time would have it, YOU were meant to teach ME more NOW. More than just fun and adventure, or equitation or stable management or shiny blue first place ribbons….. Funny how that goes.
YOU taught me how to be gentler spirit and also how to have a stronger ‘hand’ when needed and I am not referring to horses here, b.t.w. or physical hands. You showed me how to sit back and observe, rather than make hasty ‘human’ decisions for you. You let me be me ,without judgement. None. Ever. I really appreciate that.
I feel right by you. Strong, smart and a good human who takes care of your well being. You are a blessing and a gift to my life and even though, yes, it is ridiculous, I am writing a love letter to you, my horse right now,( remember I warned you people out there…) it is worth looking like a ‘crazy person’, because, well, it just is. Screw it. Readers, if you are still here, one question…… have you ever let the loveof an animal soul into your light? Yes??? . No???. Then you feel my vibe here. Or not. Maybe you should find out for yourself. Or again, not. It isn’t here nor there, it just IS. For me anyway. I don’t judge. It is merely a personal journey. My balance. My ride.
I guess you could say we have just trotted a perfect 20 meter circle together my birthday friend, through pink and sticky candy floss webs to back on the rail, balanced and in cadence. Nicely done my friend, we are a good team. Happy Birthday!