The skinny opalescent grey foal is now a handsome almost four-year-old. He is so small, he is always taken for a yearling. --And for a yearling, he is truly impressive. His beautiful mama died of colic earlier this year. She was such a wonderful horse.
So here it is, for people who don't think prayers are answered. The key is patience. Once there was a 7-year-old girl who prayed very hard for a pony. And every night, just for good measure, wished on the evening star. And only 60 years later, here she is with a beautiful paso fino pony. A little girl with her first horse.
Since I'm getting perilously close to the end of the course, I hope to be reincarnated somewhere in very good health and where there are lots of horses.
Horses are so different from dogs and cats. They have such a different communication and social context. It is best to be truly 'in the moment' and self-aware when in the company of a horse. They pick up on everything, and are ready for action based on their acute observations. One does not want to be in the way when someone weighing 1200 pounds or so decides to take an action you didn't see coming.
This weekend, there is a show of Andalusian horses on Saturday, and a show of Paso Fino horses on Sunday. Not sure how I'm getting over there. I'm going to start the praying now.
