The day is better when there are horses in it ❤️. I'm so thankful for the good horses and good people in my life. Happy (almost) Thanksgiving to all my American friends out there. Hope you have a beautiful day with your nearest and dearest humans and animals ☺️.
What does the horse dream, when he dreams of himself? 🌛
Who does he imagine himself to be?
The hardest question I had to face about my role in their life was always: "Is this the life they imagined for themselves as a foal? Is this the future they dreamed? Is this the life they would have chosen?" I know this is anthropomorphizing and they don't actually "imagine" their future or "dream" of their goals... but then we do not know the content of their dreams.
But if it *were* true... if a horse did imagine a life ... if a horse dreamed of a future... what would it be? To live in a cell? A solitary confinement, to be brought out only to do work? Because that is a punishment humans reserve only for the worst of our criminals.
Horses ask so little of us and give so much. And we owe them a debt beyond imagining, because where would the world be without their help all these centuries?
And even more personal... where would *I* be without their help all those years ago... as a lonely 13-year old with a dying mother, and no other living soul I thought would listen to my own dreams and fears. Horses saved me. Horses restored my life and my dreams. And it is literally the least I can do to try to give back by helping the horses restore *their* dreams.
And after all the complicated and difficult decades in-between, the answer was always there... always so simple: they dream of being a horse.
That is all. Nothing more. And that is everything.
What does it mean to be a horse? How can I help them be the best version of themselves? Not to make *my* dreams come true... but theirs.
As I prepare for this journey to the home I've waited my life to have... a home where my horses could be horses... I know this was always my purpose... to help others give to their horses what horses have given to us: a chance to find ourselves. Maybe even a chance to live.
It takes so little, because they ask so little.
What do they dream... when they dream of themselves? My goal was never to have the horse of MY dreams... it was to be the human of THEIR dreams. 🌛