It isn’t something that you try to achieve. It just happens to you. Think of it like a magnificent force that draws you in , a love vacuum , a horse Dyson that never loses its suction.
It’s a pull.
The pull of the horse. I know that some of you reading totally ‘get it’. You can feel what I am laying down. Others, maybe not so much. It is ok.
It does explain a lot. It is why we spend countless hours grooming and feeding and just being there with them. Listening to them munch hay. That sound personally makes me very happy. My daughter thinks I am a nutbar. It is why we spend heaps of cash on all things ‘horsey’ and why my horse gets a new therapeutic saddle pad when I desperately need jeans. It explains why the smell of the barn is a heaven scent and why all my cells realign just being around a horse and how that transformation makes everything feel right in the Universe again.
It is also why I don’t or won’t ever understand the neglect or the abuse of animals. There are no excuses for that in my world. None.
Meet Manchester. As you can see, from his body language and the look in his eye, he is shy. Extremely shy. He is like that for a reason. A man made reason. The fact that his ears are forward is a encouraging sign though. It means he is still curious. That is a good sign.He still has a shred of trust there.
He is a rescue horse. He was abused or neglected before but now is safe with the lovely ‘horse girl’ Jayne who lives with ‘the pull’ as well. It sounds like a disease, but it is not I assure you, it is a gift. It is why she spends her time and money to provide a safe and warm home for him and she doesn’t expect much back except his happiness. He doesn’t have to give back to her or owe her anything. He just gets to ‘be’ and hopefully in time he will learn that this world can be a good place.