Horseback riding was the closest I ever came to dreaming while perfectly awake, so strong was the sensation that being with a horse was my kind of heaven.
Upon the horse, through petal-freckled fields, we were carried into the pastures and the clear waters where we could drink our fill.
Old Blue and I would head into the hills together. That's the thing about horseback riding, you always have the best of companionship. You listen to the steady hooves, the gentle tail swishes and snorting of the air. It's beautiful.
Connected to the earth by hoof, indebted to the horse whom carried him with loving care, the doctor made his way through the forest. His patient lay ahead in great need, their window lit by candle flame.
Two hearts made their way through the starlit night, the horse and her human sister. She gave her back and the strength of her limbs to carry her onward.
The horses we rode over the tundra, that carried us onwards, were family too. They put their hearts into the mission as much as we, paid the price of our follies and loved us just the same. To see the world from horseback is a privilege, one we owe thanks for to our four hoofed brethren.
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