One of the first days of spring travels towards dusk and the horses senses the great mystery. The moist condenses into a faint haze that embraces the muddy grassland. A growing but muffled sound of hooves against the ground interrupted by the strained exhalation from running horses calls to me from within. The comforting and soothing smell of warm horses that fills the air just as the mare runs by within five feet, is time-stopping.
“The wind of heaven is that which blows between a horse’s ears”.
Horses were once unquestionably important to human life;
“She who owns horses goes where she wants”.
Today the ancient need of horses for labour and transportation is forgotten and the age of information-sharing keeps humanity indoors disconnected from nature and the great mystery.
But the greatest task of all still remains for the horse; the job to teach.
We desperately need the horse to teach us what nobody does better; to sense the true value of nature and the great mystery.