I sometimes find myself thinking..what's so special with horses?
Why do I always find myself painting horses, or longing to ride? Or just..why do I ride? And why do I love it? Just sitting on this strange, huge animal and go on a completely pointless walk.. how come that makes me feel all fuzzy and warm inside, make me laugh hen the crazy animal almost kills me for a scary rock or when the rain pours down and soaks us..?
I don't have a fancy horse. He doesn't have any special, fabolous color, no flashy movements or even any high education in any dicipline. He's certainly not a promise for future shows, or even a bomb proof trail horse. He's not any expencive breed and doesn't have any special talents. He's just a blackish bay standardbred. Gaited, which is both heaven and hell..
But I'm so incredibly lucky to have him. That he's standing in that pasture and that I can go to him at any time. That he allows me to sit on his back, and listens to what I ask for him. He's so gentle, so sensetive and so willing, so calm.. yet so spooky, stubborn and nervous... He's a dream. And he's sometimes the worst nutcase I've seen in a horse, still I feel perfectly safe around him. He makes me feel so unbelivably good, and he doesn't even have to do anything.
I can't imagine anything more pleasant than just sit on his bare back and pick cherries, riding the trails, gaiting on the roads or flying through the woods in a heavenly gallop. He's fast, I give him that, he outruns most of the horses I've ridden with. But that's not what makes it feel like I'm flying above the clouds whenever he let me run with him. It's something else.
Something that no word, no piece of art and no sound can ever show. And he's not the only one.. on the surface, we look like just any horse and human, and I'm sure you all get this feeling around your horses. Why else would you risk your life and spend your time around them?
I can only hope that those who arn't blissed with the love for these wonderful creatures, can feel this wonder somehow else.
I can't explain how much he means to me, or how much he does for me, and I certainly can't explain what it is that does it. It must be magic. Or a drug of some sort, I dunno..O__o;;
(I so need to make a new film xD)