What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

Do you regulars remember this pic?


Can’t you just FEEL the power and the wind in your face and the sense of freedom?! There’s nothing quite so magnificent as watching a horse run for the sheer joy of it – not necessarily a structured race or equine event, but just free and wild and happy and running all out just because they feel good and free and wild, like they were meant to be.

I’ve often wondered to myself, just what is it about horses that thrills my soul so. I could sit and watch them for hours on end without ever getting bored – whether sleeping or grazing or playing – everything they do, every move they make just enthralls me. I love the way they smell, I love the sounds they make, I love the way they feel to the hand, I love the feeling of sitting atop a living, breathing powerhouse when in the saddle, I love the expressions on their faces and the way they interact with each other and people and other living things. Just as when I was a child, my heart still jumps every time I see a horse in a field. And whenever I see a large green expanse, my first thought is, “there should be a HORSE out there on that lovely grass!”


I’ve had an unnatural obsession with horses for as long as I can remember. I suppose I’ll never fully understand it. There just seems to be something supernaturally wonderful about being around horses…living with them, handling them, riding them, caring for them. They make you feel alive and young and one with the beautiful world of nature. I also realize that not everyone experiences this rush of endorphins at the mention of horses and that those of you who don’t likely view those of us who do as rather peculiar, as we also see you.

What in the world brought on such musings? I have no idea. I just looked out my window at my horses grazing peacefully and felt all warm and fuzzy inside. GAWD, I love horses.