One Wish Granted from Wishing Well

A friendly reminder to write again from a long time reader of the blog has prompted me to write again. To throw a coin into a wishing well, ones deepest wish is fulfilled says an myth. While it haven't thrown a coin into such a well, one has granted my wish, in a matter of speaking. For a little over a year I have visited Wishing Well Stables when I can taking one formal lesson and saying hello on various other occasions, but I never made it "my barn". A couple weeks ago after a riding session with a dear friend of mine, I texted the barn owner asking if I could come help out. That horse crazy streak, finally healed after the nose accident all else that occurred since, was up and roaring again. It wanted to ride, and not just ride but bask in the presence of those large magnificent animals. To help care and nurture for them. This opened a new chapter of my home existence, going to work at the cafe in the morning then the barn in the evening. Hair nearly braided for the cafe, clean and pretty, a prim smile for customers. In the evenings mud caked boots, hair pulled loose by wind and curious horses, slightly shivering with cold, wrapped in enough layers to resemble a massive baby, but a grin on my face as large as the sky, and happiness coursing through my veins. 

    It's not like I'm doing anything too special. Feeding horses, bedding stalls, leading horses in and out at the various points of the day, and when I feel up to it riding. Small ponies, larger horses, bareback and in saddle, training, and fun. But there is just something about being around horses that is so fulfilling and calming, I can't say exactly what it is... Perhaps it is simply that unlike many other large creatures these relatively massive animals have allowed us to become their companions, their friends. They rely upon us not just for food and shelter but attention and that calls to us as a human race. Touching some deep inner part, and the thrill of being upon it's back, flying through space far above the ground and yet still firmly upon it's back two bodies working together creating a dance. At the end of the day as the sun sets behind the tree, observed from the back door f the barn, or as I pull off my boots coming home late at night, climbing exhausted into bed I am deeply happy, and it's a wonderful feeling to have.